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.