Art of Deconstruction
(Julie Maclean)

Posted on January 23, 2015 by in Heightened Talk

imageSuch a little room
line by line
to keep my honeyeaters in
Walls held by feather and spit

If I feed them enough
I will be reborn
able to hold on

And soon they feed all day
and I get bored sick
stuck at the sink
in my big house
making meals that keep

them keen
I soon lose the will
and no longer
care for feathered walls

honey bird spit
sitting in my tree house
freezer crammed
with curry and rice

so I slash the canvas
with red
bleeding down the sky
They hate what I’ve done

but I don’t care because I’m now
in nothing else
but building the poem