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Minefield, Afghanistan, 2008
Minefield, Afghanistan, 2008
Mother, burn
Within our keep urinous candles
Who dunked their digit
through the icing
on my birthday cake?
Who extinguished half
my candles, hijacked
my Jolly Good Fellow?
Flies turn their
sucking noses up
at my fatted calves
Mother,
Soak my lenses in formaldehyde
Preserve me
My facsimile
Yesterdays
Language Games
Language Games
The tip of the tongue is a butler
Six O’clock sickle drips with info
Trims collocations into forkfuls
Of palatable report
The tip of the tongue is a swindler
Flesh speaks without words
Displays its inner complexion
At the bullet’s ripping charge
Adam Hampton is a poet and postgraduate student of Creative Writing at Edge Hill University. A former Royal Marines Commando, his work explores, amongst many other themes, global conflict, with an emphasis on literary innovation and concrete techniques. His poems have been published at the blogzine M58, in the magazines IKLEFTIKO and Three and a half point 9, and on the blog of Robert Sheppard, Pages. He resides in Southport with his wife and daughter.
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