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Honour Bright

J. Elk-Baptisté

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J. Elk-Baptisté

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Honour Bright


A flicker in the eye of the clone.

Will you like taking Bim for a walk?

We will sit beneath the willow, some

There outside the Donna Kebab

And listen to tunes from the calliope

Steam hissing from a pavement grille

Bim looking up into leaf-stripped branches

Sees a map stretched against a gray sky

And enquires after the time of day

From a place of stirring thought

To an awakening in a place of incarnate

Souls envious of rights to make crossings

Choosing between bridges between worlds

Feelings of foreboding abound

Where true friends are not

Where happiness is not

Where love is not

Our winter willow is forever distant

Little wheels

Feel I need little wheels on me

To make things easier

In getting about

The house

The next time you are at the mall

Be sure to pay attention

You will see many

Wheels there

When you think about it it’s great

This world is full of wheels

Invented by apes

Not us

Life for a wheel is curious

No beginning or end

Just around and round

And round

Perfect heart

You are blind and cannot see the sea

You have a dog but can’t climb trees

You don’t like it in the rose garden

For there are many snagging thorns

You are very fond of ice cream shops

Cool scent of sweetness is there

The tapped out tune your fingers play

When your brother’s stutter starts and stalls

His merry giggling fills the nursery-room

Your smiling graces all

Honour Bright

Yes, but why do those poor things tails fall off?

They are decoys for predators.

But they are tails—part of the creature!

Don’t think of them as tails then.

How would you like it if your legs fell off?

Whenever a police car came up behind us?

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