[A woman] gone to twist wire/into bouquets/distributed to passers by.
Peter Rumney
In the frame
a stuffed human hand
the perfectly preserved
hand i work
of a taxidermist
It is gloveless
and ringless
Pin sharp
finger print
life line
detail
The ungloved hand clutches
tight in its fist a twisted bouquet
of wire
each stem
...................serrated
each bloom
...................barbed
each thorn
...................pointed
The perverse garland
punctures
...................the palm
slices open
...................the thumb
stabs
...................the sides
of fleshy fingers
revealing stuffing
The bare hand
........................bleeds
hyper real
fake blood
........................weeps
from open wounds
wide enough
........................to stick
your fingers in
In the urban dark
Hopper backdrop
colours of rain
and neon
and yellow lines
reflecting
chopped-off-at-the-knees
feet and legs of passers by
Keenly in focus
galvanised petals
lie in puddles
discarded
a first stone’s throw
from ........................us
A photo taken by a poet without a camera
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