Brendan Carrell

I walked down to see The mother river With a bellyful of drugs And a brain full of sorrow For the waning of the world She was strong-swollen And reaching...

The Money Tree Hail you fool blind-eyed prophet! What coming storms did you see In your red rage-madness And your black death-sadness When the gods sang doom to thee? I...

I wonder, long-dead-brothers, did you weep When they cast you down to dark, fitful sleep? Filled your skulls with molten lead Traitor’s finding fee to claim Your bodies,...

Riders four, we set forth on our grim way I rode a red horse, my brother – pale grey Our sister followed in terrible might Mounted on...

The snow falls wet and heavy On lands that do not know it well As if to remind us of its power “Fly you fools, this is...

One of the benefits of Hedonism That goes unremarked by square and scold Is that it tends toward remaking Casts new metal in new mold And takes the...

You ever notice that when the river Rises, it gains but a mere sliver At a time of the ancient enduring banks And gives no cause for...

I remember that you drank your forties cold In the dead of winter with chill-bitten bones Toes poking through soles worn and old We sat in the...