KATE CAMP

My heart goes out

At the seaside it is gritty
and on piers underswum by fish.

Gets out books
on the armours of the ancient world;

it would try on helmets
if it had eyes.

Keeps lists
in musical notation

some things be done Calmly
some With the Jinking Energy of a Monkey.

 

 

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