Sunday, April 17, 2016


107
unexpected encounter at the Power Pavilion


for love of a fence
something strays
over, across


dregs of a party
into my edge
and bounded corner


they lack the volume
of last night
same creature though


I have to shake hands with it
and then it won't let go
it offers and offers


a feed of pork
then no?
so veggies


all the moments
are a story
why don't I know Toot


who lives on the hill?
28 years
why don't I know?


he's over the river
and past the Back Road
lot of dust between


some trees
a feed of pork is proffered again
we're still vegetarian


there's some problem
with a duck next door
and on the other side


the neighbours
I've also not met
methods of the Stasi I'm told


it's like that Jesus
whom all the world's books
couldn't contain


my hand's still shaken
I am compelled in friendship
or in enmity


there is no middle way
as the newt is pissed
still from the night before


it will smoke and go
it named itself
but bless forgetting


either side of the fence
it's all stolen land
then why won't I be the welcome to country?


forgive us all our trespasses
we make them up as we go along
I must be on my rounds


before I'm forced to have a beer
what's that book I'm reading?
I should have said the Bible


although I am mostly reluctant
these two demand to be
on my patch and in a poem


and so you meet them here 



 

1 comment:

  1. Love this one Kit. Really captures the ambivalence but with respect and humour

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