Prophet by Seirce Mhac Conghail
Crowds flock running
hearts to a screaming halt
to the stage.
Prophet stands alone.
Nought but a sun in a vacuum drawing satellites
screams until her screams are carried far
us, our shaking hearts
lifting her through us like the sea
through our ribcage,
a vibrating castle of this
Here is a wave so big the bass captures our own pump,
snatches the pulse
We blood in time to her.
All life is this now.
On pinprick pierce in dark fold
stamping our feet and howling
She tells us about how we are so wrong,
our Coffeestain carfume foodalone!
yes, we scream, yes! tell it to us again!
You are disgusting!
i feel our thousand limbs congeal around me
ricochet notes in our skull
She sees our ugly face in crowd
doesn't flinch. Stares us down.
This is how i know what love is,
How it feels me.
Seirce Mhac Conghail is a writer from Dublin. They write in both poetry and prose, in English and in Irish. Their work has been accepted and rejected by many magazines. They hope to make that many more. They can be found on Instagram @seirce