by Antony Owen
Above the crimes
a pylon can redeem us
through birdsong necklaces
tied around the slit throat dusk.
Above the white world
night can wind a tannoy of wolves
even in the city their lights can be seen
one wove between cars in Toronto like a silver ribbon.
Above the new man born a girl
everything is changing in the sky
Covid has cleaned the Boeing traces of man
a flock of geese breaks formation for a Walmart drone.
Below all this is me and you
at night I hang my skins over the ottoman,
turn into a blur when I am creature like and loving.
Sometimes but less so now our shapes converge into one.
Antony Owen is from Coventry. England and is the author of eight poetry collections with a motif for peace poetry. His work has been shortlisted for The Ted Hughes Award and he has been a recipient of poetry awards from The British Army Museum, Bread Roses Working Class Poetry Award and others. With work translated in several languages Owen's transcendence of representing overlooked people has received rave reviews. In 2022 Knives Forks & Spoons Press release his 9th book exploring mental health in men which account for 75% of suicides in the UK.