Galway Review 8 - April 2020

engineer—is damned to. Would you?
Ever drive again?
Most guys are fathers, too.
Could a been his boy. Do me a favor:
Find a way to say that.
V.The Crown:
Conservation of Energy
Dear Boy, I am with you now
While you lay curled beneath
a cypress tree.
Lyrical time is the amniotic clock
the measurable delay between
a sound wave and an echo.
Within that interval, actual
as a fertilized egg:
spiritual suspension.
These lines are the tracks.
This keyboard, the high-speed engine.
I am the passenger, a stranger.
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