Humanity by Edward Lee



We build upon

foundations of skulls

and bones, cement made 

of flesh and blood

filling the gaps between,

creating darkness complete.

We build as high

as gravity allows,

wear strangely-shaped sunglasses

day and night

against the brightest 

of the heaven

we want to reach

but believe doesn’t exist,

though we always find 

a deity in our curses

when our ill-made foundations shake

and our non-blueprinted buildings tumble,

adding our freshly peeled bones

to the cemented pits below.

In our inevitable death

we whisper with absent tongues

as our descendants 

build their future tombs

upon our brokenness,

our words neither praise

nor condemnation, but

some strange land in-between.

Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen, The Blue Nib and Poetry Wales. His poetry collections are Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny BridgeThe Madness Of QwertyA Foetal Heart and Bones Speaking With Hard Tongues.  He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Orson Carroll, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy. His blog/website can be found at

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