This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 2 Number 2, 1974.
Double-BarrelSoft Target
I am a soft target, head
And shoulders, a hair's breadth
Now that the lines intersect
And you nail me to the sky.
Sea-burial
We are sailors now, and grant them
- The dead men in their coffins,
The skeletons in our cupboard -
A sea-burial: our sheets
Pulled up over them, their bodies
Launched from beneath our flag.
Voice-box
An animal stirs in your throat:
To unlock that particular cage
Would be to set howling the cats
And dogs of the entire district.
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