THE GREAT DYING The predators are returning to the cities; their gleaming eyes flit through rubbish dumps and shine in the black depths of parks, the only things really alive under the moon. The golden lie still rings out, but leafing through old books is no use now, nor are the latest discoveries of different ways of flying. Death has climbed in through the open window and the last of our fugitives will soon be tracked and caught, like tigers crushed by the coils of giant snakes.
S.C. Flynn was born in Australia of Irish origin and now lives in Dublin. His poetry has recently been published in Neuro Logical, Madrigal, ZiN Daily, A New Ulster and Drawn to the Light. www.scflynn.com @scyflynn