THOSE LEFT
Those left living
are blessed,
never having heard
the succulent song of suicide,
but cursed too,
hearing its waveless echo
every morning
when their new day
has begun,
uninterrupted.
PRAYER
In lieu of words,
I mumble,
my chin on my chest,
my eyes closed,
my transparent self
overflowing with meaning
I cannot understand,
but still find comfort in,
my heart and what might be my soul,
suddenly lighter,
the name of god
a gentle stranger
on my stumbling lips.
Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll. His debut poetry collection Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny Bridge was published in 2010. He is currently working towards a second collection.
He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Lewis Milne, Orson Carroll, Blinded Architect, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.
His blog/website can be found at https://edwardmlee.wordpress.com