These Cake Cutters Pull Faces
Cutting Away The Babies From The Emergency Exits
And Places Smelling Of Sanitizer
I Now Burn The Cookies In Hunger
Leaving Us To Dip Fingers In Last Night's Curry Pots
Wondering Do Others Bodb As Well
With The Smell Of Drink Lying In Work Clothes
He's After Wrestling The Swans Back Into The Liffey For Me
Saying Our Hi-vis Love Will Be Seen In The Day
And Carrys Us Both Into The Canal
The Last Thing Is The Surface Breaking With The Noise Of A Bird
A Lyrechild I Can Only Guess
CK
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