Hereford gulls sing to an absent sea
I write, although
My heart ticks on bloodless,
Unwound.
Pilgrims to the Holly Wall
Collapse psychotic
In front of angels
With dirty wings
Panic clings like soap-scum
I dispense reassurance
But my hope has a broken morphology
Only ever flies economy
Match-stick girl lights another match
Unrequited love is a corpse
Left unburied in the churchyard
Left unburied in the churchyard
My eyes were forced-open
A shared smile became a small space
Of collapsed possibilities
For a moment
For a moment
We were both alive
On that stage
Two actors in an awkward embrace.
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