Poem
Chris McCabe
HAUNTED LOAF
HAUNTED LOAF
HAUNTED LOAF
She woke me from a pollen sleep to tell me it would be a day of peace.These hardships, spoke the sun, give us another chance :
the first bionic sea-creature only made the news
because it got caught in a crab trap.
All that matrix blah of advice – but sometimes
uncles become uncles younger than their nephews.
The Question disarmed us : what were windmills for?
We worked backwards through every loaf we’d ever known
– best of boths, crustless, square – to find the answer.
Outside the democracy of the urinals was a box called
DRY RECYCABLES
so with love we clipped the baby’s nails to nano-crescents
to help the gnats believe they could reach the moon.
© 2008, Chris McCabe
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Chris McCabe
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1977)
Chris McCabe was born in Liverpool in 1977, grew up there and studied for a degree in Literary Studies at the University of Central Lancashire in Preston. He moved to London when he was twenty-four, and now works as a Joint Librarian at the Poetry Library on the South Bank. He has published poems in a number of places including Poetry Salzburg Review, Shearsman, Magma and Poetry Review. His f...
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HAUNTED LOAF
She woke me from a pollen sleep to tell me it would be a day of peace.These hardships, spoke the sun, give us another chance :
the first bionic sea-creature only made the news
because it got caught in a crab trap.
All that matrix blah of advice – but sometimes
uncles become uncles younger than their nephews.
The Question disarmed us : what were windmills for?
We worked backwards through every loaf we’d ever known
– best of boths, crustless, square – to find the answer.
Outside the democracy of the urinals was a box called
DRY RECYCABLES
so with love we clipped the baby’s nails to nano-crescents
to help the gnats believe they could reach the moon.
HAUNTED LOAF
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