sex death i'm sorry

by Ian Irwin

crickets tap the air
thin as wire
flirting in code

a crowd shivers
in heat atmosphere
fraught

summer the length
of grief hums
with prayer

for the sake of shaking 
out bury me 
mad

& broken so I
won’t be late

Ian Irwin is a Bristol-based writer and educator. He is an Out-Spoken Press Emerging Poet and his poetry is published in Trasna and Poetry Pulpit anthology.