Metal

We are selling the metal that kills

so we can afford the spoons that feed our children;

then killing them with the metal that we’ve just sold

feeding them with the blood on the spoons from happy meals.

We place them in the hands of our enemy –

How far into this storm must we walk before we feel the cold?

Preferring the shine of killing steel that glinting blue in falling sky

than the breath with flesh applied – prescribing to gain from the metals of subtraction.

The daylight would be our undoing

eyes were transfixed by computer generated handshakes –

division of the heart and soul the lies are the truths of man’s inked ruin

where only smoke rings travel along carpets like tiny drunken mice.  

We are selling the metal that kills

so we can afford the spoons that feed our children.


Duggan Matt Duggan has had his work appear in many journals such as The Journal , Carillon, The Dawntreader, Black Light Engine Room, Prole, Ink Sweat and Tears, Lakeview International Literary Journal, Apogee Magazine, he won the erbacce prize for Poetry in 2015 with his first collection Dystopia 38.10, and won the Into the Void Poetry Prize in 2016 he has a new chapbook out called Metropolis with Hunting Raven Press, and will be reading his work for the first time in Boston in the USA this May.