Tag death

I Insist my Ribs Contain Stars

I Insist my Ribs

Body Parts

After death the eye fixes

of course. It was just a part –

now discontinued.

Each pupil has stopped

in its own disjointed way,

having nothing

to look at any more,

no one to show.

I looked at her, the mother

of my children.

She… Continue reading Body Parts

Going to Work

7.7 King's Cross Alexander Chadwick

 

The leaves are sodden they’ll take
months to become useful again.
I bagged them today

in a world so warm
I used my fingers to rake
the grass clear of their wet colours.

I imagine them… Continue reading Going to Work

Resurrection

 

You have left petals on old stones

and memories that chase

 

the rhythms of my blood

and activate my bones

 

and through my gathering shadow

guide me.

 

Are you re-born in me

or have I eaten you,

&nbsp… Continue reading Resurrection

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