A single word with
No sincerity or genuine love
Can easily injure badly
The delicate purified soul
The world appears
Through the eyes of a higher
Soul
As a “Coarse” “Gross”
“Dark” “Dense” place
Even the shining bright Sun
To them nothing but
A dying very dull flame
“Aggressive” raw world
Killing others in so called
Liberations wars
Part of being a hero
When humans kill humans
Victory over the weak
Is their ultimate goal
Impossible for them even
Just to say the word
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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