The stuff of life

2 March, 2009

in poems,tumblr

Colloquy with this post.

i.

People with head injuries
will keep breaking our hearts:
the spinning of the wheels,
impending bank —

no traction.

We can say goodbye every day,
say it at breakfast and afternoon tea;
we can be on our death bed
and still not be done.

ii.

Philip McCabe, aged twenty-four,
came off his motorbike in ‘48:
that was that, but not for her.

iii.

no traction;
refraction
but no interaction.

no scan
can make the image of
that man.





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