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Saturday, 7 March 2015

NEW POEM BY TODD SWIFT

AFTER THE CHORAL RECITAL IN CHELSEA


Everything must be said

Without permission

Even what isn't

So bringing that too

Into being.

Prayer makes only prayer

Happen until it stops

And angry words

Step up instead.

God is anger after speaking

In the growl of despair.

Look past love for love

In the underbrush on fire.

Animals copulating

Oscillating creatures

Gargantuan, oily, febrile,

Muscousities vibrant on floors

That mud recoils from.

The beastly replacement

For ourselves lolls

In the doorway like a pimp

Expecting flushed payments

Tonight in an hour.

Go past the manger and tree.

Spit on the tarpaulin,

The scrawny torso insolently

Naked like an erection.

Proceed to an action

Unexpected and exact.

Take only the clothes

You will be buried in.

Say precisely how you came

To this precision and

Everything else. Exposit

Until the gods come begging

For your mouth to heal.
 
 
 
poem by Todd Swift, 2015
London
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