THE D-DAY OF THE BULLS
I formless void from which we came
bring to you news of a new form:
if a flower-press ending on cannabis
could = a dialysis a love poem
hoping to impress Flora = a motor –
but what this has to do with dying
I do not know yet. Any step we take
through the garden, under the moon,
foreshadows an inevitable step
into the grave – then maybe soon
I’ll be a rabbit or a real, live Red Indian…
for this life is only out on loan.
The knot of rugger-borealis is known
to be H suspended in deafness
and love in the meanwhile to be
the hope the heart literally needs in
order for it to survive without which
it can stop. Fuckbook is an alien frond.
Johannes Bergfors graduated from Lancaster University in 2009 and now works as a creative writing tutor for the mental health charity MIND. He might have a volume of poetry forthcoming from Chipmunka.