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Evan Stephens
Poems
Oct 2021
Morning Series: 4. Deoch Bhleth
Deoch Bhleth - the fourth drink of the morning, taken while the morning oats are being ground
The heart is drowned in dream
as the body motions towards coffee,
whisky, water, pills.
November slouches in slowly,
all sharp shoulders
& muscular knees.
The black circle turns and screams,
the beacon spits morning news,
an island of misery emerges from the salt-froth.
The wet streets are slicked to a shine;
I've gained weight. The day moon
is pregnant with blue.
Blood is thin and slippery in the vein.
The razor leaves fine lines all across my face.
My arm is singing. Psalms drop from the sleek
yellow womb of the ****** sun.
Alcohol climbs within me: I fall back on the bed,
thinking of her again. Where is she?
Is she staring out at the magpies
that gather on the wet lunch-branch?
Is she by the Liffey, watching the slate glint?
I am trapped in this plaster tomb,
my head a bridge between past and present;
somewhere a chain is being broken.
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Evan Stephens
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