A Brave New man

From immemorial times I feel a dust

always hunting me wherever I go.

It blows softly and lightly, furtively

involving and deluding me.

It is a peculiar dust, that has in mind

not my body but my soul.

Created by the power of my enemies

and my disillusions, it works to calcify

the framework of my entire being.

But by night, at home and asleep,

you have all the right not to believe me,

invisible angels pour a cleansing rain

and by dawn it is a new and fresh man

who faces so old-fashioned one world.

First published in the July 2016 issue of The Basil O’Flaherty.


Published in Spirit Fire Review, August 27 2016.


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