Issue No. 18, Autumn 2016

The Inevitably Lost
John W. Sexton

deft the hummingbirds
drank deep from your thoughts
and all you knew

woolless sheep with
colostomy bags … perfect herd
for the space voyage

freckled curtains for the Fuhrer
they wait to be parted

sentient rayguns
with life

no sliced fingers in months …
a stainless goddess
rattles the cutlery

a muted din in
the slush oceans of Ceres …
krill tune their combs

Rothko’s last painting
(kitchen floor)

the hapless contortionist
… falling hands first
through his own pockets

invisible waiting room
… seating for
the inevitably lost

runny eyelets?
swollen tongues?
you’ve got the shoe ‘flu, son

John W. Sexton was born in 1958 and lives in the Republic of Ireland. His fifth poetry collection, The Offspring of the Moon, was published by Salmon Poetry in 2013. A sixth collection, Futures Pass, is forthcoming from Salmon in 2017. His poem “The Green Owl” was awarded the Listowel Poetry Prize 2007 for best single poem, and in that same year he was awarded a Patrick and Katherine Kavanagh Fellowship in Poetry. His speculative poems are widely published and some have appeared in Apex, The Edinburgh Review, The Irish Times, Mirror Dance, The Pedestal Magazine, Rose Red Review, Silver Blade, Star*Line and Strange Horizons.