Grammar

 

The burn and birth of a word became something

Different

Rubbery lipped - lurched dry to their own ash piles

Positively smouldering. Slit. The defaced hour’s wanderings

Ready to die – well, simply meant

Nothing. Any of it

Toasted – wept on the walkway instead of the wipe board

And I moulded myself to a body of grass on a seashore.

True,

I couldn’t let this go, the

Tip of your shoes on my laminate heart

Manufactured dark, the waxy coracles at each corner

Dripping past dry

Falling past you

Back, back, back

The bite of the moon.