Friday, 2 December 2016

CARDBOARD CITY

Last night, while leisurely
reading on the toilet, I be-
came aware of a strange
heat against my bare right

Leg, caused by the card-
board side of Huggies
Diaper box, emblazoned
with the promise, Snug
and Dry. 

I immediately thought
of people living in card-
board cities; Of just
how grateful one
could be for card-
board warmth.

                ADRIAN RICE 


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GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS REWRIT BY ADRIAN FOX

WOEDAY

No worse, there is none. Pitched past grief
More pangs will, school, wilder wring.
Comforter, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother where is your relief?
My cries heave, herd long, huddle in
A world of sorrow, wince sing an age old
Anvil, lull release.  Fury shrieks no ling-
Erroring! Force my cry is brief.

O the mind, mountainous, sheer cliffs
No man has fathomed.  Life is cheap
For those who never hung.  Our small
Indurance doesn’t deal steep or deep.
Here creep under a comfort there
Is a whirlwind you don’t know.

All life death ends each day with Sleep.