Review Copy
So you get paid by the
word
do you make them up
do you hold them in the back of your
head
or do you collect them
like seashells
like rocks
like the clothes I see
spilled out your wardrobe
that speak to a
smaller you
a different-shaped
girl
altogether
I saw those words all
frolicking up the hill
before the trucks came
mercilessly herding
round and down
shots fired
and the crunch under
the wheel
the stink of the blood
in the dirt
you got them all in
and counted
by the close of
business
that’s today
Terra Nullius he said, in his defense.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Chilling.
ReplyDeleteOuch ouch ouch - those last two stanzas are so chilling (& atmospheric - I can really picture that scene).
ReplyDeletePowerful stuff Kerri :)