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Kerry Hardie
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The grid of ribbed light sliding under the wateras the full tide slides into the little stream-cut creeks.
The blue rib of the storm-broken boat.
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The high arching of ribs over the slack belly
of the dun cow lain on the rushy grass
in the washed morning light, the storm spent.
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The ribbed arc of sprung bone
of the fish on the river path,
the belly eaten away, the ribs rising to shield it.
~
How the ribs rise everywhere
over the hot, soft belly;
how I, seeing everywhere,
high life collapsing into death,
walk here by the black-plumed reed
ribbed with the purple of loosestrife,
cry for the hot belly
gone from the bleaching bone.
© 2000, Kerry Hardie
From: The Sky Didn\'t Fall
Publisher: The Gallery Press, Oldcastle
From: The Sky Didn\'t Fall
Publisher: The Gallery Press, Oldcastle
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The grid of ribbed light sliding under the wateras the full tide slides into the little stream-cut creeks.
The blue rib of the storm-broken boat.
~
The high arching of ribs over the slack belly
of the dun cow lain on the rushy grass
in the washed morning light, the storm spent.
~
The ribbed arc of sprung bone
of the fish on the river path,
the belly eaten away, the ribs rising to shield it.
~
How the ribs rise everywhere
over the hot, soft belly;
how I, seeing everywhere,
high life collapsing into death,
walk here by the black-plumed reed
ribbed with the purple of loosestrife,
cry for the hot belly
gone from the bleaching bone.
From: The Sky Didn\'t Fall
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