Skip to main content
Read page text
page 84
These be your Gods, O Israel — and not a fighting soldier in the lot of them! Academe is a flutter of black dovecots the word ‘significance’ is briefly court-martialled and sentenced to death for congenital idiocy. An ambushed emperor of the awkward squad, he signs disdainfully my friend’s ‘I, Claudius’. 82
page 85
Basket Cat A kitchen waits for Christmas Day, a basket cat purrs time away whatever stars go wandering by or portents cloud the damaged sky — sling-shot, gun-shot, affairs of state, a breaking heart, a dropping plate. Furred black as night as white as snow torched eyes to search our ebb and flow, in papery chains, a scent of hay, the basket cat purrs time away. 83

Page Text

View plaintext

These be your Gods, O Israel — and not a fighting soldier in the lot of them! Academe is a flutter of black dovecots the word ‘significance’ is briefly court-martialled and sentenced to death for congenital idiocy. An ambushed emperor of the awkward squad, he signs disdainfully my friend’s ‘I, Claudius’.

82

read next page

My Bookmarks

Buy this Book
Skip to main content