A human skeleton stares 

out of a second-storey window 

near the Bridge of Sighs 

in Oxford, listens  

to the rhythmic thump 

of a distant building site 

and dwells on what he maybe 

misheard in transit to this place. 

‘When alighting, please  

mind the eternal step’ 

or he heard it right, and  

the metronomic thud is now  

a soundt...

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Drifting high on a gentle breeze

and grazing the tops of lofty trees,

watching below, all the people move

but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove.

Floating higher and into the clouds,

the sultry silence so deafeningly loud.

Throbbing pulse of a beating heart

as atoms pull; trying to drift apart.

Looking down upon an ailing world

with colourful rags held hig...

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Philae Shakes The Hand Of God

What is the etiquette
for shaking hands
with God?

His ancient skin
so cracked
and old.

We have travelled far
to penetrate
His hide.

The cold, dark cosmos
squeals with
indignation.

“Know your place,
you of greens
and blues”,

sing the disregarded
stars and
planets.

We pass through
the blazing tails
of comets.

We burn money
in plasm...

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