NIGHT IS LIKE THE DISMAL by David McLean

night is like the dismal that was the dying industrial
and there are animals sleeping in all the absences
their tiny eternity, monsters flourish in the gray men
who are dropping memories like dust on a highway,
dust on one timeless lifetime

and the angry is thriving, it is tiny and inefficient
like a butterfly's wings, like corpses and living things

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David McLean is from Wales but has lived in Sweden since 1987. He lives there with his dog, Oscar, and his computers. In addition to seven chapbooks, McLean is the author of four full-length poetry collections: Cadaver's Dance (Whistling Shade Press, 2008), Pushing Lemmings (Erbacce Press, 2009), Laughing at Funerals (Epic Rites Press, 2010) and Nobody Wants to Go to Heaven But Everyone Wants to Die (Oneiros Books, June 2013). A fifth full length collection Things the Dead Say is coming from Onerios Books early next year. His first novel Henrietta Remembers is due in 2014 from Unlikely Books. Another novel and a sixth full length book are due later. The latest chapbook Shouting at Ghosts is now available from Grey Book Press. More information about McLean can be found at his blog http://mourningabortion.blogspot.com/