Poetry by Matthew Duggan ζ Art by Leigh Rooney
The Rocket Man Of Nordhausen
Star of David is burning
it’s points melted like peeling husks,
shield of six tips in lily white and ocean blue
now a coating in reddened dust.
Tight wire hung the curious mind
human cutlets fed the blooded hound
a man whose face you’d never see,
in the Nordhausen underground.
Crates of swinging silver discs
poured into the ponds of drowning flesh
in Dora – the skybound cylinders formed
through the laboured dermis of starving entrails,
Don’t slip on the human bark that spreads
like the soil from ash of charcoal bones,
You came in through these iron gates
and you’ll leave through the chimney.
His banality of evil could be easily misplaced
shedding his Vellum for another flag,
a figurehead for the upcoming space race.
scratch card and tenement block
where headless statues
in rotten fish-heads and discarded butter.
Concrete square of boarded up
vomit smeared carpet of stone,
swaggering monkey men stroll the dankness
studded dogs on silver chains.
Bloodshed queue of kebab and taxi
where teeth decorate
spray tanned blondes
singing songs into midnights neon moon.
The Imprisonment of Pan
Naked on the moor
skin sheared near to the bone
number jotted in thick blue ink
this wasteland is my abode.
Horns hacked from my skull
I watched the shell like shadow fall,
like a God’s fingertip scrawling the mountain
for the misplaced reaping of souls.
Rebooting my psyche
strands of dissent removed from memory
my hooves were relined for these paths
stripped of any thoughts towards enmity,
the stomach neatly stitched
my snout drips of phlegm and lithium,
obeying the signs that have entrapped me,
No longer will I take the lead
when I’m told to follow!