In This Moment

all materials abound
& so we materialise
his wings bent back
by these thumbtacks
as the clause tightens
& twigs are drawn close
with rapt wire round his beak
& suddenly it’s the manner
of hermeneut economics
as to which way his feathers singe
beneath allium bulbs
all royal in tender light
& we note that he burns with grace
when becoming horizontal
& when becoming weight
or less in the cross sight





The Intelligence of Love
after Jon Silkin

The intelligence of love is king, which means
little and less beneath this hacksawed guillotine

carved out of faulty shorelines. We carrion gently
to imagine saltwinds across this land's fresh wound

and tender the severance package of our necked tremor
with a gift basket, as it means so much more with a martyr or two

when saying i-love-you at the person with less to lose;
which is to say, this is a split infinitive of attention

propped against a private symbolism. This is di-
rection to the notion of a love letter, or a body

that writes itself all wrong into the discourse
of timely adorations.





[Kyle Lovell is based in Leicestershire. His poetry has been published in The Kindling and Magma, and he is the editor of Fathomsun Press.]

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