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Sucked
Mark Waldron
Sucked perhaps, and popped
from sockets, but still tethered
to the face by strings (as kites are
to their grounded flyers) the eyes
themselves won’t cry, but their vacated
hollows might, the twin concavities
the tears fill until they overflowing, spill.
So, two strung conkers now; portholed
bathyspheres which, both held between
a finger and a thumb, might each
be shown the bloated fish of the other.
These clackers, these sackless knackers,
this bolas which we gauchos use to hunt
on the scrubby plains of blindness.
Mark Waldron’s first collection, The Brand New Dark, was published by Salt in 2008, his second, The Itchy Sea, came out in September 2011. His work appears in Identity Parade: New British and Irish Poets (Bloodaxe 2010) and Best British Poetry 2012, 2013 and 2014 (all Salt). The Poetry Book Society selected him as one of the Next Generation Poets in 2014.
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