New Poetry: To the Lighthouse, with Laika

Time for some poetry with new-to-the-Angel contributor New York-based irving and a return of regular Republic-of Ireland-based poet John W. Sexton.

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Lighthouse
by irving

From inside 
the suit is chilly. 

From outside, 
the faceplate shines 

like a lighthouse 
that may save some ship 

a few thousand years 
from now. 


* irving's poetry has previously appeared in Dreams & Nightmares, From the Asylum, Niteblade, Paper Crow, Star*Line and other publications.


One Last Time
by John W. Sexton

he steps upon
the sharpest surface …
this place goes through you
 
          nothing to hold its tears …
          with a sideways glance
          the winged eyeball departs
 
solitaire football
… the pitch declares
a foul
 
          something descends …
          clouds made of silk
          do not bode well
 
nineteen partings
the wig from Altair 3
had ideas of its own
 
          o purest white
          the snow whored itself
          over everything
 
Sputnik-tinned Laika
did you bark
one last time?


* John W. Sexton lives in the Republic of Ireland. His fifth poetry collection The Offspring of the Moon is published by Salmon Poetry. In 2007 he was awarded a Patrick and Katherine Kavanagh Fellowship in Poetry.