Tag death
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… 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 could not look back of course and instead just looked discarded, those eyes I used… continue reading
Going to Work
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 now as I write
with the wind getting up
and the fox stirring for his scavenge through the dark :
there will be… continue reading
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, perforce, that I take your scent with me through my days and words I know are yours… continue reading