Rob Martelli


Seraphim 

Peacetime’s dream-lost 
Hereunto, hypotenuse, a
Span. A damping

Prayed. Blued. Up
Thine own bridges
Bit of a

Charon. Required for
Intercourse. Supersensible, hagiographical
Steel girders, comprised



Interrogative: commune with underworld or attend underworld?

Nekyia. No. Katabasis.
Couldn’t obtain chlorophyll.
Freely. Litote. Lie.

Initialled. Alliterate.
EALD ENGLISC

“Hardship endured oft.”

Hard.
          Ship.
A summing
A sum.
Some

Sere. Greensward.
Never, not symbiont.

Rob Martelli stays up at night locomoting his son's pushchair through their lounge and kitchen. As he does so he prays that he, his son, and consequently he, himself, might sleep. His son, Horace, sits in the chair and gurgles dementedly. Sometimes Rob, at daytime, writes his MA thesis about contemporary poetry and Hegel.

 
 

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