A furnace in my father’s voice; I prayed for the coal stove’s …
Ishion Hutchinson
At nights birds hammered my unborn …
Lesson of the day: Syria and Styria. …
I can bring a halo …
Brailed up from birth, these obdurate, obituary corners …
Cracked potholed macadam up to the groveless school. Heat waves strode in bronze. Horace’s forehead wrinkled terrified of grammar. During this period many officers and men were sent to the Imperial School of Instructions at zeitoun for courses of machine gun and signalling and advanced telephone courses and Lewis gun and bombing and strokes gun and a general course of the compressed gold land. It was around that time Horace asked Godspeed if John the Baptist could read. Godspeed answered by splitting Horace’s taw marble into fissiparous chaff of glass. That day left between them a Milvian bridge never to be crossed. …
“With never a whisper on the main,” so the snow falls, …
They flared on the sea green …