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Christina Springer







CaptiveWater

(duringKatrina)
 
 
1.  Hampstead Heath
 
new coots
slice thewater. 
I amthirsty.
 
my throatbelieves
hope is aquivering stag
at theedge of glade
 
near abottomless wishing well
too deepto reflect
my face.         knowing
 
coins arenot God’s
messengers,I throw
1 fat quiddown the maw. 
 
I’m notgetting
somethingcrucial about
thisantlered sunrise.
 
 
 
2.  London Aquarium
 
carve thewater.    
I want thetruth split open.
 
how do Iknow
thesecreatures –  with their
 
alwaysmoving mouths
&twitching bodies –
 
do notalso
helplesslyrage
 
thiscaliginous
artificialdeep?
 
 
 
3. BomJesus, Portugal
 
in mistyfountain spray
today, Iwill drink vinho
 
verde;  observe
fat carpmaking themselves
 
dizzy fortourists
with fistsof biscuits.
 
a seethinggolden school
slashingthe surface.
 
we throwbread
when itamuses us,
 
like God.
 

 
 
 
Raven
 
 
memory offlesh
heaving tomy beak’s yanks
 
andgashes.   wide
 
calculatedwings once
circled apredictable
 
festivalof gore,
entrails.
 
black.clipped.
patient.deliberate.
 
menkill. 
ravensfall.
 
men rise.
wedrop. 
 
snatch anascent
colouredcrimson. 
 
mud darkagainst turquoise
sky.skimming
 
the end ofempires.
 
 
 
 
NOTE:  When the ravens leavethe Tower Of London – according to legend –
the White Tower,  the Monarchy& England will fall.  They havebeen treated
exceptionally well for over 300 years.   Their wings are clipped.
 
 

 
 
AbneyPark Cemetery
 
 
 
haphazardclusters.           gravesrubbed                        cleanof words,
 
looping celticcross            knots split                                in one hundred
 
shards ofshattered            memory.                                   shinyfresh
 
 
 
tombstonesrecently           flowered.       
 
fiveelders clutch                atattered map                        plod
 
throughbrambles.              hold branches open              likedoors. search
 
 
 
for oldmates.                      akestrel snatches                 birdsong.
 
daisiespush up                  from broken                             sarcophagus,        
 
everyonehere is laughing.