One Poem

Sutherland, K., (2026) “One Poem”, The Hythe Review 1(1). doi: https://doi.org/10.16995/thr.29435

The idle years timeout in thread pools,
            Slip knotteles by, veiled in two-ply
Irreconcilation schedules
            As the clouds of clear-cut blue-sky
Psychosis blacken; father’s meat,
                            A turn to eat

His dust supreme, our fill and purge, trashed
            On smashed-up filo tambourines
And unuptaken dopamine, lashed
            By the Hosea 9:14s
To masts of inhibitory
                            Control; mori

Vado michi nil sapiencia
            Prodest, the scul must th’magazine
Be of art, hypopotencia
            And problem loans, not only clean
The toilets and be not defiled;
                            Out the self-styled

Door of the sheep, over the cattle
            Grid, beyond the concentrated
Feeding operation, the prattle
            Of screaming, vague, dehydrated,
Pneumonic Amalekite
                            Infants in flight

From the aid site fades; we inherit
            Their landfill, all the bulldozed vasts;
Nullus jam parasitus erit;
            Brent futures, me time, tedpix pasts,
One race, nu and o Domesdei, run
                            Under the sun

And don’t come back; identify me,
            I’m right here, wrathful Lavender,
I’ll be your unclean chicken, fry me,
            A bloodbath in a colander
To the moon; dryuve foorth and slippe; you
                            Know who, je vous

Requiers ce qu’il me kill me soften,
            Einsi fist, tunge skygger, Karp,
Says those who say nothing wrong often
            Say nothing; bituminous harp
Qui doit tant plaire, do you follow,
                            Think, Apollo

From Abaddon, the bottomless void
            No gratification can fill,
No wonder lyric’s underemployed
            No matter how many they kill,
Une mer qu’aucun bord n’arrête –
                            We’re not there yet;

The godforsaken, fucked Likudists
            And Americans don’t target
Kindergartens; ass-kissing Buddhists
            And Supreme Leader Hun Manet
Nominate Trump; the raven lies
                            Down with the flies,

Craving phosphorus; under the wound
            Like moonlight, irreflectible,
One adipose depot swells, festooned
            With synaptic, connectible
Dots of still realistic hope,
                            Burned in aslope.