Mark McDonnell


Let me teach you the Way of the Gods

Wear white boxers,

stand with your legs apart

knees bent and both elbows

leaning on the rail

of that balcony,

the one that’s four floors up.

Now, can you see two girls

down there sharing a boxed pizza;

some friends doing tricks

on skateboards in the plaza;

that old man, the smiley man,

who always carries a tiny dog?

Forgot something? By now a god

would have his safety off.

About targeting — bear in mind:

The Divine is Random.

In the nature of things, the Glock

will buck in your untrained hands.


Mark McDonnell has had careers in teaching, industry and psychotherapy; working in the UK, Miami and Barcelona. He concentrates, these days, on singing, teaching English to asylum-seekers and trying to write a good poem. His work has been published in poetry magazines in the UK, Ireland and Spain.


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