Liam Wilkinson Poems
Earbone
She holds the whalebone up to the light
until it silhouettes - a black chunk
of skeleton, hugged by our bright electricity.
It's fifteen million years old. It dwarfs
the nineteenth century mantel... more
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One child takes cover beneath our bay window, he waits on grazed knees for his breath to come back and checks the ammo in his Fairy Liquid bottle.
I suddenly realise I'm a war poet.
The schools... more
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