Show me red by pointing to not-red
direct me north without a compass
Blind up my eyes and show me pure light
use every word to speak silent
Point at the wood to show me a road
Talk of snow at mid-summer solstice
Summon the living and summon the dead
describe one to the other
Bypass one and two and count to three
where musicians are miming their parts
Show me by shadows the hand on a page
writing what the page requires
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This poem is a selection from Martin Burke’s 2014 Crisis Chronicles Press chapbook, YES, but…..
Martin Burke was born in Ireland (Limerick) but lives now in Flanders (the northern Flemish speaking area of Belgium). He has published a number of books in Ireland, the UK, USA, and Belgium.