Poetry: Calfling by Eoghan Lyng

Eoghan Lyng, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine


With her mercury mouth in the missionary times,

Mirrored in echoed conceit.

With her brusque bodied crooned cries,

Catered below through grass willowed feet.

Cow farms conceal, cattled wall wheels,

Carted and out in the world.

Showcased and crazed, complete in the rain,

Calling a song in the cold.

Merciless made me wake here,

Mastery might me mentored.

 Farmless, I hold your shadowed eyes

 And fall to your attention.

Cowbell calls, rain falls, downward.

 A dear dawn darkens. Daylight shines alight.