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I heard this woman speak
from Derek Jarman's desk,
she spoke and half asleep
I woke to feel her rhythmic
words oblique to all I knew
as poetry.

This place a poem
I can’t write, she said, I’ll
listen to the wind instead
and turn my thoughts to
that poor badger on the road.

I stopped the car I was alone,
I snapped it three times
with my phone and now
it lies here on his desk,
three shots of this dead thing,
its dark blue pool of blood
that spills half on the road
half on the grass, from deep
inside its side it’s dead,
and really still,
and still
it has a such beauty,
still.
This is not a joke but a serious conjunction of thoughts. I’ve been mesmerised since earlier this week by the sound and rhythms of Kate Tempest. I heard her poem More Than a Desert and was (as they say) blown away. It suddenly hit me what a unique poetic voice she has. And then a drawing of a dead badger appears and I was thinking and rhyming like Kate. The poem needs to be read exactly as she would read it - few poetic pauses with the voice falling away at the end of what might be a stanza or verse.

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She was'nt
strong enough
to be on her
own.

Empty was
her heart when
she was forced
to sleep
alone.

A Monarch
sat weightless
and silent
at the
entrance to her
mind.

All I ever
did was
provide an
escape,
my gifts
are not
ment to
be
cherished.

Weekdays  
mean work days
and my work
here is never
done.

His screams
drowned out
her pleas and
her weeping.

I listened
only to
the sounds
of the passing
cars and
insane sirens
that yelled
like Banshees
in the city.

I hung up
the phone
than pulled
out the cord.

My days
remain
haunted by
those long lost
nights
before.

She slept wearing
nothing but
a locket around
her neck and
his knee
in her back.

She was'nt
strong
enough to
be alone,
she still
calls me
crying on
my useless
telephone.
She swings upon her crooked pendulum,
her eyes burning with a scarlet fire.
Her white dress cannot mask what I know to be
her deepest and darkest desire.


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