2 Poems by Damien Posterino


180 seconds
A war to remember
He was always a Hitman
Both were wild warriors
Bombs dropped by both
They just wouldn’t stop
165 missiles exploded
Don’t turn your back
Enough was enough
Only one winner

We Don’t Need another Hero

I always wanted to be the villain
but I couldn’t grow a moustache
long enough to curl
and my laugh
was never really evil.
When my Mother used to burn dinner
I would slowly stroke my chin
and look at a pretend camera,
sliding a finger over the black mess
saying that it was me all along.
If I was a Sungrebe
my father would carry me safely
in the pouch under his wings
until I’m ready to swim.
Will I ever be a hero to anyone?
Imagine having that legacy.
It seems easier to let people down.
Superman always wore a cape
but so did Doctor Doom.

Damien Posterino (he/him) is a poet currently writing full time in Mexico. Damien is Melbourne born but has also made London his home. His poetry explores themes of characters, commentary and capturing moments in time. He has been published in the June editions of Fairy Piece Magazine and Poetic Sun Journaltwitter.com/damienposterino