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Emergence From Mist
Arcuate hill-round above brineless sea station of observation, Broken glass prayer at dockside pillar to Zeus of Disembarkation. Against Kapok trunk party’s scribbling cartographer leans back Striated, flesh feeling, some give; shoulder sinks imperceptible inch as into wet moss No dizzying ninemileround testaments Kahn’s maths Same of His dreams, of sinuous rilles Midway maybe where…
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Civil Divil
Ruins of the age of faith ode to crumbled fate of ages Creation-stoking sounds from sages mere whispers, our doings traceless Circling gracelessly our gilded cage, reviewing old pages. Muniments of title lost amidst wave-tossed letter ocean King in cups, of cups, sips his bitter potion His meagre portion unmansome sets motion To devices he…
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Waiting For The Kettle Age Seven
After my brother’s stabbing I remember the kettle boiling At light’s lapsing arrived dour parents, wearing day’s toiling Alighting long suffering fell silent and longsighing allowed finally feel thankful Tankful of upturned woe vial, aside them angels and viler iterations April’s ides bewared, too tired for ire they thanked God for two sons Dad upon…
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Dressings Changed
Olfactory: bleach stink metallurgicalontological hospital Labs and lists of strange ologies Elderly at life’s descent pack no suitcase for these holidays All morning sat bored in a bleach-stinking hospital ward Gore blurs the lessons I fail to absorb What red provokes, lips stranger’s skin becoming kin, mystery lovers To me recalls that forking wound that…
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Maths Class
Bleach-scented ward and warfarin thick blood machine spun, Pus-sunbursted the xanthous suture prodded at, maths class soon thereafter, Surely my jury deduces experience and aversion correlate, bloodsoaked plaster, Dressings and Christlike undressed flesh, wounds of brothers worse for blood ties. My (master) Self flees adversity like a caveman at the voice of his god the…
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