NEW BLACK POETRY
Three Poems by Anthony McNeill
Author's Note:
The mutations (not proofreading errors) in the following
triad of poems are attributable to the high speed of their self-creation.
MOUNTAIN
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something was not quite right in the garden
the air-wife slpt in the eaves as mutant
typed in his enigma-message out of the bone
I ought to have called this manuscript sea
music out of the dark or something like that
Anyway I am going I falash myself twice com-
ing back every mutant is saying something so
precious only you knew my lover my darling
oblique disinterred he ran on beyond the hands
waving the rest of his body followed him home
so he called his hands perfect left and right
quailing away from the touch of the snake sta-
r-aight as an arrow inside him the beautiful
one in her separate closet the remarkable hus-
band bleeding for love with everything given
in the end he came to hinge on his hands as the
res-t of him went on split and dishonest still
working for appro-bation and hyphen at will if
you like 0 move from the sea for you ca-n 0 let
in the muted one from the snowfall 0 let in the
