I rattle when I move
Ewen Glass
petrified spleen
and brittle heart;
my cardia, fundus,
body and pylorus
are shards of ringing.
A bag of percussion,
I've no option
but to dance.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ewen Glass is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and a body of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared in the likes of Okay Donkey, Maudlin House, HAD, Poetry Scotland and One Art. You can him on Bluesky, X, and Instagram — @ewenglass.