Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Turning Over Parts of Poems with a Golden Shovel
A golden shovel poem
well, okay, maybe
Or maybe it’s like digging up a
friend
Rearranging his bits rearranging his bones
And exclaiming I have built a
new body!
Maybe
A pile of bones
there a pile of
bones here
Another pile of bones a golden shovel
Ars per ars gizzards
and gristle
The gravedigger
wants his shovel
back
