Member Poem

This is the shepherd’s labyrinth
where he guards his flock, this the maiden’s
rush of blood, this
the cowpat where yellow-brown flies
lay eggs, breed maggots, this the bed
where she said Go fuck yourself,
Dave when you entered the room but could
enter no further.

Previously published in 'In the Questions' (Spider Road Press, 2015) and 'How to Win at Kings Cross' (erbacce press, 2018)