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The Situation 4


clusterfuck and clutterbug and litterbug

and clusterbomb there’s a chechen boy

on the slab there’s a child awake

somewhere there’s a child asleep in the other

room his profile picture makes him look

handsome when I met him he wore the same

plaid shirt but I wouldn’t call him a hipster

she was she was tattooed and sex I was quiet and

left early I keep seeing fathers walking ahead

of their daughters I keep hearing fathers shouting

I keep reading about IEDs lifting men into the air

I keep reading about bilderberg and secret hotels

like the book he goes to the country house

he sleeps with the country girl he plants bombs like

turnips like alien sprouts like asparagus in lancashire

sows dissent eats grouse with them smokes cigars

with them by the end by the last page

he’s untraceable that was the title anyway when you

give something a title like that like the untraceable man

it has to end with a bomb it has to end with a  question

not a dance not a foxtrot or harlem shake or jitterbug


About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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