by Eric Burgoyne
ghost guns
burner phones
stumbling
alone over
months
of disgust
vipers hiss
then shed
dead skin
as scales
of justice
frail old
bones ache
to bloom anew
despite it all
About the author:
Eric Burgoyne writes poetry from his home on the North Shore of Oahu, Hawaii. He has an MA in Creative Writing - Poetry, from Teesside University, Middlesbrough England. His poems have appeared in The Dawntreader, Spillwords, Sledgehammer, Skink Beat Review, Rat’s Ass Review, and elsewhere.
More of Burgoyne's work, including Growth Spurt and Early Bloomer features in the first issue of Erato, Bloom.
Photo: Viper by Erato via Wombo