poems

• storm on the island: "spits like a tame cat turned savage"
• storm on the island: "Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs"
• storm on the island: " strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear."
• storm on the island: " we are prepared: we build our house squat"
• exposure: " our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us"
• exposure: "sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence."
• exposure: "slowly our ghosts drag home: glimpsing the sunk fires, glozed. with crusted dark red jewels: crickets jingle there."
• bayonet charge: "bullets smacking the belly out of the air."
• bayonet charge: "king, honour, human dignity etc"
• bayonet charge: "sweating like the molten iron from the centre of his chest."
• bayonet charge: "statuary in mid-stride. Then the shot-slashed furrows."
• Ozymandias: " I met a traveller from an antique land."
• Ozymandias: " my name is Ozymandias, king of kings."
• Ozymandias: " Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown and wrinkled up, and sneer of cold command"
• war photographer: "spools of suffering set out in ordered rows."
• war photographer: " the readers eyeballs prick with tears between the bath and pre-lunch beers."
• war photographer: "All flesh is grass"
• remains: "end of story, except not really. His blood-shadow stays on the street."
• remains: "his bloody life in my bloody hands."
• remains: "sleep and he's probably armed, possibly not."