14: ZOMBIE

Justin Lowe: Eurydice

Until
I hear otherwise
I will take it
you agree

until
I am pulled up
by a liveried messenger
or a sock full of stones

I will carry on
as before
pinning crumpled maps to your face
the minutes of ghostly meetings

hushed litanies
of the shattered and misplaced
of squandered opportunities
with the life-span of a quark

until
I hear otherwise
I will use your face
this way

quite innocently, you understand
I harbour no illusions
merely quatrains
and the sullen metre of the dead

whispering: so, poet, what do you see there now?

Justin Lowe has published three collections of poetry, one novel, and had songs recorded by artists as diverse as The Whitlams, The Impossibles and Sydney jazz diva Lily Dior. He writes reviews for the award-winning Red Room Radio Project.