Poems by Robin McNamara : “Here in the Woods” & “Sandpaper of Shame”

Here in the Woods

It’s true; that those were your words 
As weak as moonbeams
—Not enough, 
To light a fire of dawn.

Cocooned
In Devil’s darkness 
Here 
In the woods.
Colours faded to Monochrome.

Mysterious woman 
In black. 
Holding the urn of a poet’s ashes.

A riderless carriage passes on by.

Sandpaper of Shame

I live in the skeletal remains of you. O city.
My ancestral ghosts blow across the quay.
My soul folds into recession. O God.
Welfare Nation scrapes sandpaper 
Of shame across my face. O Hell.
Locked shops, become commercial coffins. 
I fold into the couch in oblivion. O pity. 

Wolfpack Contributor: Robin McNamara

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