A Memory Brought Up To Date

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After the storms had passed
the Rag n’ Bone man came down our street
searching for discarded secrets
put out from behind closed doors, boxed neat …

Some vocations are attempted absolutions
of humanity’s fault-lines
like scraping dead pets off hot tarmac
or picking litter from distraught beaches …

This is the work of poets
practicing on the edge of possibility
grinding pain into fine dust
and offering it to the four winds.


© Joshua Bond 2017

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