By Catherine Julianne Heath
4 June 2024
He has darkness in his heart
(And so do I),
The beating heart
Of the demon beast
Inside my soul.
Oh, rage,
Against the dying,
The sick and the need–
Rise up like soldiers
Racing to the battlefields.
Be Vikings,
Be Lagertha,
And all
The rest!
Run, run as fast as you can–
Around a park,
Into a lake.
Off a cliff;
(If you must).
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I don’t want a good boy–
I want a bad boy,
A madman.
A soldier —
Or builder, you might say.
He tamed the wild beast;
Stealer of poppies,
(And hearts).
Oh, the madness!
Fight in the trenches,
Engulfed in rivers of mud–
(And blood.)
What is AI? But humans come alive
In their own machine,
Kissed by fire;
Touched by the hand
Of god.
Or is it the universe?
The labourers labour,
On the rooftops,
Catcalling girls
Wild enough to
Call back.
Maybe they’ll steal me away,
If I were chattel, perhaps.
But I’ll choose the real bad boy–
The failed medic,
The mad axeman–
The demon barber!
He won my heart…
A long time
Ago.
For the builders on my street who catcalled back today | Catherine Julianne Heath
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