Christopher McCurry
Signs of the Approaching Apocalypse
The birds in the distance begin to look
like drones.
The drones begin to look like finally
I’m not afraid.
We bought a bed
too big for me to reach
out and touch
the valley of your back.
At the first sign
of heat you say
oh no, not you.
There were mountains here once.
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A Suicide is Something Human
Know your way
like the line
through the hook’s eye
lifts the diamond
back’s scale.
Know your exits in the dark.
If it is to be violent
I say only in the final moment
a smooth rock dropped
through clear water.
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The Study of Blood
The razor blade
reeks of torn meat
stinks of origin
the first stone
cracked open in heat.
This world of ours
puckers to a hard kiss.
Let me just be wild with hair.
Let me be the first man
with the first woman
for the first time
a people flowing forth.
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Christopher McCurry is an editor at Accents Publishing and Field Office Advocate for Poets. His poems have appeared in Diode, The Louisville Review, Rabbit Catastrophe Review and Rattle.
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