the wounded wind, the wounded air
which howls around the branches
like a flute section of orchestra
between buildings. outside
flowers splatter, knocked down
by heavy raindrops, bright
like wet blood spots
sticking wetly
on cement. trams groan
unpleasant sounds
as if somebody's shot
a rhinoceros. blunder
and move forward
through crashing growth
and bitter blackberry leaves.
bottles drop, abandoned
prams fall over. car windows
rot on pavements
into tiny
shining squares.
DS Maolalai has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, "Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden" (Encircle Press, 2016) and "Sad Havoc Among the Birds" (Turas Press, 2019)
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