Scab-Pickers

 

Scab-Pickers

 

This confession: compulsion to pick each bloodied clot,

flap of dried thin skin

pick

pick

pick

who is picking?

pick

 

1. Pick plastic nodules

that clamour from

fishes’ belly, from

birds’ belly, from the winds, sick sea belly,

assaulting every sea-square-mile:

forty six thousand plastic pieces

 

pick

 

2.  Pick at female parts –

a snip here,

cut there.

Just enough to fill a frenzy

until it overflows –

 

pick

 

3.  Pick prisons –

this latest schizophrenic suicide.

“Should have had a safe-house,

not a sentence.”

Life clawed and he fell in on himself like a tomb

 

pick

 

4.  Pick people pushers –

lumping deformed longing

in a colourless packet –

ache-hearted kids “and women –

your world will never stretch any further than this.”

 

pick

 

5.  Pick that high-rise,

a sticky plaster frontage

powdering into the

 

holes of charred eyes and

 

holes of hands and

 

holes of aortas and

 

holes of tears

 

too ranging-fierce to fall

 

pick

 

Pick at politics – the made-up mandates

pick at people-pleasers

and the pursuit of “we’ve always done it that way.”

Pick at our own sense of self worth

and comparative narratives that whisper,

“The voices of others are more worthy than your own.”

 

pick

 

pick

 

pick

 

pick    plastic   nodules

sea   sick   belly

pick   pick   pick

we’ve always done it that way

pick

pick colourless packets, ache-hearted kids

  should have had a safe-house, not a sentence

pick                                pick                                 pick

pick a schizophrenic suicide

forty six thousand each square mile

cut here,                snip there

pick        pick         pick

forty six thousand

holes of eyes

pick

holes of women

pick

holes of hands

pick

holes of fear.              Is there a pool pooled with human tears?

Is there a gut-space big enough?

Is there a pool pooled with human tears?

 

Is there a pool heavy-weighted with death-by-love?