J H Martin is from London, England but has no fixed abode. His writing has appeared in a number of places in Asia, Europe and the Americas.
Website: A Coat for a Monkey
Instagram: @acoatforamonkey
HOODED EAGLE
I put on my hat
And take the last shot
Then pull up my hood
And drain the last glass
After five sleepless nights
I know I need more
More than these rats
I pass on the landing
More than these mice
Who scurry back to their holes
This endless hunger
That not even I can satisfy
A circling bird of prey
I will take any opening
That these pinned eyes fix upon
To feast my way out of this cage
And unfurl these damp walls
And head back up to that China white sky
Where reality fades
With all of its stained corridors
Of twisted emotion
All its grey blocks of clouded reason
And all its memory lined streets
Littered with nothing but abused promises
A hooded eagle
All I need and all I can see
Is in this void
That opens now in front of me
A space that will
Never ask questions
As I pass through its door
A place I can feed
Until it all disappears
This land of the dead
Sweet carrion
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