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Auk
as some would have you classified,
as though such exclamation
were enough.
I feel like I could reach
Out and clutch the polished solidity
of your head, your neck,
but then you turn away to preen
and they crumble like charcoal,
leaving your breast empty, unfinished.
And you, sea-bird, sky-bird,
if you don’t know what comes next
how could I?
Serialisation of ‘Waiting for a Hunter’s Moon’ by Simon Smith (with permission). This book is published by and can be purchased from Cambria Books HERE
