Chum (poem): from The Nutshell Hatches

Chum (poem)




Will you be my chum

Sink with me under the bubbling swell

Or take your hacksaw to the cable

Release the weight of me

That binds you


We are side by side


Keep the pear tree, lose the partridge

Keep the gold rings, sack the servants

Forecast for your future harvest

Have a friend for every purpose


Rarely do we do ourselves that credit

Circle in black

Shift restlessly, lay masonry

Immure secrets

Take earth in handfuls

Level landfills

Bury dead things


Yet you and I together sink

A circle

Of waves dispelled

From the place we fell



It Spoke of Its Broken Bones

Excerpts from Nutshell


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