Jak Kirwin

My soul is tired;
I have slept through glory days
And awoken in a broken age
Gravel, soot, stone as blue as morning
Are our idols
Tired tyrants cased in clay
My mind is a colosseum in decay
Where old men dressed in tethers
Do not fight, they just debate
Good, evil, feelings temporal and eternal,
As they have
A thousand long and lonely years
My body is a forest cleared
Of any life that men may cull
Where naught grows but weary thought
Among black earth bone-sticks, ribs, and skull
Here I am
Paradise and despair — null.
Jak is a Brisbane based writer and poet with an interest in introspective work using nature as a conduit. His poetry has appeared in Glass and Scratch That. His prose has appeared in The Equal Standard. He can be found on Instagram at Jakkirwin.