Pocket by Bruce McRae

Reaching in

I pull out a tooth,

a lead toy soldier,

a map of chaos,

smudged instructions.


Reaching down

I can touch

the Earth, a moon,

two godheads,

three spiders’ breaths,

the frozen juices

found on Ganymede.


In my pocket

I carry your name,

a magical pebble,

a gram of opium.

And the very bullet

from the very gun

used to slaughter

the last of innocence.


It feels like

a hole or ice to me.

It feels like

blood on my hands.



Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a Pushcart nominee with over a thousand poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets (Silenced Press), ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’ (Cawing Crow Press) and ‘Like As If” (Pskis Porch), all available via Amazon.