{"id":4813,"date":"2015-06-14T22:24:57","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T21:24:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=4813"},"modified":"2015-06-14T22:34:17","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T21:34:17","slug":"two-poems-19","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=4813","title":{"rendered":"Two Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"

(E Major)<\/em><\/p>\n

And she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Grist to his mill
\nAnd he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Grit to her pearl
\nAnd she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Salve to his burn
\nAnd he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Soil to her furrow
\nAnd she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Touch to his skin
\nAnd he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Pulse to her beat
\nAnd she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Cry to his voice
\nAnd he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Wave to her shore
\nAnd she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Roof to his wall
\nAnd he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Chink to her glass
\nAnd she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A snake uncoiling from its burrow
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A long time underground<\/p>\n

And he was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A flower grown from a word
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Dropped in soil but a flower<\/p>\n

And she was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A glass blown from the lips of a child
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>An apprentice piece<\/p>\n

And he was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A crow plucking fur from the back
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Of a horse for its nest
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>The horse purring<\/p>\n

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And she was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A crow dropping a twig
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>For her crow lover to catch
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Whirling and twirling<\/p>\n

And he was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A grain of sand waiting for a shell
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Waiting for an ear
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>To fall into<\/p>\n

And she was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>An ear listening to a wave
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>In the mouth of a shell
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>An ear with an itch<\/p>\n

And he was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A hand buffing a jewel that was a grain
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Of sand that was a pearl<\/p>\n

And she was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A grain grinding at his stone
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Until her husk shed and she was flour<\/p>\n

And he was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>A flame eating up the curtains<\/p>\n

And she was<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Rain soaking through the rafters<\/p>\n

And he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Earth to her burrow
\nAnd she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Hoof to his horse
\nAnd he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Funk to her punk
\nAnd she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Nipple to his navel<\/p>\n

And he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Lips to her glass
\nAnd she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Stem to his flower
\nAnd he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Scratch to her itch
\nAnd she was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>Sky to his fall
\nAnd he was
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>An ecstatic raindrop<\/p>\n

And they were laughing \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>and laughing\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/i> and could not stop<\/p>\n

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\nWhere Esther Went<\/strong><\/p>\n

Beast<\/em><\/p>\n

I crawl out that gap and I am
\nFour legged, I am beast
\nHeaded, bristle-
\nBacked, yellow-nailed.
\nLong years it has waited,
\nGrub in the stone dark,
\nWorm of fear buried
\nUntil love turned it out
\nLike a bean from its skin
\nTo cultivate in that moisture,
\nFarmed tissue and bone,
\nMatched a transfusion of blood
\nTo make a blood self
\nTo shift between worlds.
\nHere it is, married skin
\nAnd hair, a steal
\nOf teeth grown beyond
\nCode; footpad, thief
\nOf me that heaves a belly
\nLust-heavy, in love
\nBut silenced, its voice
\nStitched into its mouth.<\/p>\n

Fire <\/em><\/p>\n

I survived the fire I started.
\nMaybe I was born of fire
\nAnd could stand it.
\nThey all died in their beds.<\/p>\n

The cock gave the alarum call,
\nBlood on the tiles, the dead recalled.
\nIn the night the dead came over a sea
\nOiled with the beating of hands.<\/p>\n

They had one face, my family,
\nThey were power, they meant suffer;
\nFear was a man with chicken feet
\nWho flapped his fear-wings.<\/p>\n

My mother had an apron I pulled,
\nHands like burlap smelling of crusts
\nIn the cracks of her knuckles,
\nA gold ring that slipped.<\/p>\n

At dawn the cockerel croaked.
\nI fled, the house burnt out, killing him
\nWith one flat stone that skimmed
\nAnd hit like a spinning blade.<\/p>\n

Years then, in the badlands,
\nAnything you could get
\nMeaning what they\u2019d give you
\nOn the back seats of cars<\/p>\n

That took their children to school
\nAnd their wives to church.
\nIt wasn\u2019t the first for a girl raped
\nBefore the cock woke his wives.<\/p>\n

Fire comes from that breakage.<\/p>\n

Then came the women who\u2019ve made
\nAnother world alongside this.
\nWhen they picked me up I was lost
\nAlright, beaten, naked, bitten,<\/p>\n

Cigarette burns the length of my back,
\nHair torn in chunks from the scalp,
\nFace a bloody mess
\nFound, they said, by the smell<\/p>\n

Of my blood and shit and the Gretel
\nTrail of it along the disused underpass,
\nI was almost gone, fucked,
\nLeft for dead.<\/p>\n

They put me under where you don\u2019t dream.
\nI woke re-stitched, the pain a distant
\nShip I could wave to but not reach
\nSailing its quiet ellipsis.<\/p>\n

The kiss on the train was a trap.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d been sent to catch a man
\nTo pay man back.
\nCocks could crow all they liked,
\nWe\u2019d cut those cocks out.<\/p>\n

But love like the devil
\nStuck his hand in my belly.
\nI had to leave to work
\nOut what love was.<\/p>\n

Once more underground
\nThey dance until I am flesh-bound,
\nBone-tired, two-legged again,
\nSweating a pint of myself.<\/p>\n

I owe a debt.
\nI am still not initiate. Can I
\nKill what love has touched?
\nThose girls give me the knife.<\/p>\n

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