Friday, 7 June 2013

Still Life with Ouija Board

Beside a bowl containing an apple,
on a cloth on the dining-room table,

four hands are piled on the upturned glass
frozen, mid-jerk, between cut-out letters.

It isn’t clear if one hand’s exerting
pressure on the others to flit among

the alphabet with mischievous intent;
but judging by the thunderclouds of dirt

beneath what seem to be male nails
one would surmise that the spirit reveals

nothing more in the way of transcendence
than would the movement of freshly-poured pints

between beer-mat and mouth down the Albert –
even though you know there’s something in it.

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