Halloween: Flashlight in the Gangway

by Donal Mahoney

The lack of visitors is uterine
and that is why you porcupine
in this dark corner. Here,

who can see the cobra
slither from your lips, spray
the phrases of your mind,

slip back to its moist nest?
Here, who can hear the jeer
of cheetah eyes? “Come,”

they cry, “pour on the light.
Your heart I’ll lacerate
with razor fright.”

Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, MO. He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press, and Washington University in St. Louis. He has had poems published in or accepted by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Commonweal, Revival (Ireland), The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey), Willows Wept Review, Poetry Friends, Poetry Super Highway, Pirene’s Fountain (Australia), Public Republican (Bulgaria), and other publications.

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