DAY THIRTEEN – Dave Spittle

The Poll

 
Fingers press a deafened stethoscope
        to the callused rub of heel,
                the nowhere heard and hearing

that brings us all apart.

                Together what tries to say
        is only saying from how
saying has been said to be.

Fingers laid flat against the neck,
        I’m told again – this gap – gulped down,
                scrolled out from breathing

that brings us all apart.

                To dine on half-digested hats,
        throats closing on the sound
of how saying no longer said for us

but told us all apart

 

 

David Spittle has written reviews for Hix Eros and regularly contributes to PN Review. His poetry is published in 3am, Shadowtrain, Zone, and Black Herald Press. David is also a librettist, he has written four operas,the last of which was commissioned by Bergen National Opera. He is currently shortlisted for the Melita Hume Prize. He blogs at http://themidnightmollusc.blogspot.co.uk/

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