Some god, 
snickering. 
Angels blowing 
wax candle trumpets, 
their wings 
rising 
to the sun
of god 
melting into shape. 
I cannot 
hear here 
hear here, 
place me 
black ,white 
my fate 
saying 
hear here, 
hear here... 
Dust rising 
bomb site 
my birth 
control 
bomb sight 
dust choking 
bomb birth 
transform earth. 
You are wired 
to me, 
flying, 
somehow 
dying 
to be 
a part of me. 
 
The door is open, 
open to me, 
open to me. 
My arm flying to you 
raised. 
My arm flying to you 
broken. 
My arm flying, 
melting 
into shape. 

Diamond 
coal-dust 
squeeze, 
my hand, 
super 
absolutely. 
Lie to me 
expel 
me, 
with all my debt. 
My skin flying 
being 
me 
without borders, 
being 
you 
separate. 
My skin 
is 
your skin, 
hear here, 
hear here. 

Defend: 
my wall, 
surrounds you 
inside 
the gates, 
we play 
ringing. 
U, will have to go. 
Where are you? 
Where are you? 
Can't you see my skin? 
Worn again, 
I am with you 
flying 
to you 
flying 
to you, 
to me. 
Hear here, 
Hear here. 
 
 
 

Penetrate 
my heart, 
tick tock, 
watch 
my heart, 
walk 
toward you, 
crying, 
echo 
thump 
echo 
thump. 
 
This arm, 
now army, 
before us goes, 
swords and all, 
before us goes. 
I am calling 
dialling you, 
I cannot 
contact 
the bomb crew. 
 
Where are you? 
Where are you? 
flying dream like 
green 
I hear 
a child 
scream, 
calling to you 
calling to you. 

Penetrate. 
My viscous faith 
stands naked. 
stands, 
my arm 
sets off 
your metal detector 
sorry. 
Sorry, 
I spoke. 
The door is open 
open to me, 
open to me. 


Under, 
always 
blankets forming 
skin, 
your weight begins 
to crush me. 
You, 
angel, 
god, 
pin 
me down 
yield, 
stand. 
The door, 
calling, 
I see you falling 
to earth. 
The door, 
crushing, 
open. 
Lesion, 
separate, 
construct, 
educate, 
prejudice, 
titillate, 
needle, 
suck. 
The door is open, 
open to me, 
open to me, 
orbiting. 

mac dunlop poetry © 2002