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The Situation 7

 

you must know that I never forgot

your letter you must know no

one writes letters these days this letter

is an artefact don’t ask me not to display it

here is where you tell me I’ve

fascist tendencies I only ever sang with

a fascist once and I was drunk here is where

you tell me never to find you but they

bury artefacts don’t they or artefacts get buried

grave goods and coins for the ferry reconstructed

faces the land in their teeth their life

in their teeth their words in their teeth chewing

this all seems unreal and raw like opening

a coffin one buried beneath a car park

I don’t mean a king’s coffins I mean a child’s

or a nobody’s or a carpet ruined by milk

I loved that carpet I loved that carpet so much

that I buried it gave it a coin for the ferry

gave it your letter sealed it up then they go

digging it up we stood at the gate after the service

while everyone else was crying we walked

to the church and sat in the church I didn’t see

them tip the earth in do you know how close

you came to dying that day do you how close

I came to asking a statue of a bird

for the number of a taxi do you know I never went home

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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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