The Ofi Press Magazine

Poem by Lauren Maltas (UK)

Published in The Ofi Press issue 41

Poem selected by Georgina Mexía-Amador for the Ofi Press/ YPN collaboration competition

Image: "Prism" by Kentama. 

Refract

Tribulation of saints stand carved

patriotism by chipping copper, chunked out eyes

deceit

He knows this land or does he follow

the sun

to the way we traipse

loyal and more indignantly

lost

but we'll manage our understanding

There are cells we blot

convulse and burn of third degree

agitation by the pollutants gain

For how long

the length of our grievance

Decomposure sets the scene of wonders from afar

I'm discontinued

at this instant

no talisman, no consummation

soot falls like rain to drown

yet suffocation in a sense of what

is time

is dancing

from tears in a prism

en gratitude to smoulder

And death is the same in everyone