After Lorca
I will sip orange until she finds me
I will only play with cats
I will hang my thoughts in the bare winter trees
I won’t laugh like birds
But I will wait through these hard ages
I will curl up to the sky
For while she is gone
I will hurt like stone
*David Mac is one of the greatest forklift drivers to ever emerge from the UK. He has been employed all over Luton, Dunstable, and Bedfordhire. Sometimes he writes words that have been published in many mags, sites and journals. Sometimes he screams like a terrible walrus.
