What?
Where man has not been
to give
them names
objects
on desert islands
do not
know what they are.
Taking no chances
they stand still
and wait
quietly excited
for hundreds
of
thousands of
years.
Alone
If
you are mortar
it is
hard
to feel well-disposed
towards
the
two bricks
you are squashed
between
or
even
a sense of
community.
Ivor Cutler's kitchen domain.
Poems reprinted from
A Flat Man
Trigram Press
1977.
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