Poems by Neilson Shane
All Pain Can Be Controlled
... of the euthanasia machine are best interrupted halfway through,the logical end is death,kind of way ...
The Love Song of Otakar Svec
... the statue, I hope they see fear –the fear of the man who made a Stalin,the fear that makes me go ...
MRI
... then it moves to the body’slush pastures, a harvestof grains and tubersin the long magnetic season ...
My Father’s Hands
... a plot of land your prison: boundariesfar as the cricks that keep a neighbour’s farmfrom creeping ...
On Realizing His Toddler Will Become a Woman
... at I could draw youclose and, as now, humyou a lullaby—one from your childhood,the words forgotten ...
The Doctor Readies The Breathing Tube
... u save the wreckthat cannot speak your name,tongue inverted like a commaand the relatives asking Why ...
