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written by: Steven Fortune


Demise of my eyes
Census-takers of the senses
Who among you wears the iron brow
in obtuse rhythms
with a greasy context of ethics
under cover of the throat clears
of one-lane covered bridges
Your accordion of halberds
summons an aplomb jig of tickles
to a tortured chalkboard
Amplified arrears rush the geist
Why do I only see your shadows?
Liquid lessons leave stains
Ration the remains
for the jaws of the famished museum

Steven Fortune

Steven Fortune

Steven Fortune is the author of five poetry books, and has appeared in several print and online publications, including a feature on CBC Radio. He has also served as a Head Editor for his publisher's company. Steven resides in Sydney, Nova Scotia.
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