Sport 36: Winter 2008
My Kingdom for the Pretty Picture
My Kingdom for the Pretty Picture
Gave all the good ears for a warmer whisper.
Skinned the same day and so kept forever.
Slipped stitches known to keep each other's secrets.
Each forked stick stripped and strung to shoot.
A sliver of mirror's still an honest mnemonic.
Some assembly required for martyr of choice.
The hard hats disappeared somewhere in transit.
Gait of split knees and pressed palms into lists.
Save plinth and parapet the town was mist,
missing. Shook in the face of the sun's red fist.