Two Poems from Red Clock by James Knight

Dark

if you look at him

the Bird King pulls levers

            making objects move

                                       in the dark

now and then

a man or woman

asleep or dead

reaches     for       him

                        across             the                               water

but he isn’t there

or anywhere

Hell

the red clock grins toothily

                        my       my

the Bird King skitters

                                         about the molten kitchen

naturally you feel threatened

                                         so you shrink into blue

first principles

                                         loss and derision

James Knight is an experimental poet and digital artist. Void Voices was published by Hesterglock Press in 2018. Website: thebirdking.com  Twitter: @badbadpoet