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POETRY BY LUKE YOUNG

Updated: Aug 7, 2022

Three Houses Down


It wasn’t the fact that the songbird was dead

Or that I didn’t know it’s name

It had more to do with the fact

That the red and pale green feathers were dirty

As though the bird had been having a dust bath

Before toppling over

A hum in my head told me to leave it there, and so I did

For days upon days

None of the neighbor cats got closer than a car length away

The constant cackle of crows

which have plagued this town for as long as I’ve lived here

Ignored the carcass

As I pretended to do

Until the first snows buried it until spring

When it appeared again the same

But this time I buried it

Not in my own yard

That seemed unwise

But three houses down

Where an old lady with three cats and vintage cars lives



Watch the Drowning


I saw your head,

surrounded by the churning grave.

Calm, your eyes looked into me,

A creeping smile of surety and finality.

Beautiful in acceptance,

Clinging to the future,

Then disappearing under,

Surrounded by the very thing which sustains life.


You always wanted to die in the ocean.



What the Moon Sees


“The curved bone of the moon looked in the window at him.”

Drawing stitch marks across his blood-flecked face

He couldn’t sleep, but his hands were steady

They ached

Tightly gripping the hammer had tensed his muscles

Beyond the cramps he didn’t notice while swinging

A gentle turmoil rolled over him

No guilt or regret

But rather an unsettling feeling about the stories others would tell

The truth would stay as silent as the moon-shadowed grass

But that had never stopped dirty mouths from making up stories

At least one would have nothing to say anymore

The thought pulled his lips towards his cheeks

Wrinkling a dark splotch

He hadn’t had before this night




**What the Moon Sees contains a line from Stephen King's Pet Semetary.


Luke Young is a writer, bibliophile, proletarian and factotum. He is of mixed Indigenous and European American heritage. He grew up among Southeast Asian war refugees in the states of Washington and California and the nation of Cambodia. His latest poetry collection, Lazarus' Dog, was published by Between Shadows Press and he has a book of poetry coming out early 2021 from Laughing Ronin Press.


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