Abstract
I like the way a backyard door opens ‘parting sooty / veils of flies,’ in the first poem of Selina Tusitala Marsh’s Tightrope. Outside are Max V, Lima and Ono (‘knotted fur, nettling bones / fat eyes, fat hunger’), and they have found a dead dog on the road:
sniffed out its decayed meat
dragged it home
and in pecking order
began to eat
sniffed out its decayed meat
dragged it home
and in pecking order
began to eat
Original language | English |
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Pages (from-to) | 1-3 |
Number of pages | 3 |
Journal | Cordite Poetry Review |
Publication status | Published - 26 Jun 2018 |