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30th May 11

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and in the shop…
collections –
“Behind the Lines”
Cinnamon Press;
“Learning to Look”
Peterloo Poets;
pamphlets – “Swaledale Sketchbook”
Smith/Doorstop Books;
“St Cuthbert and Bystanders”
Redbeck Press





The left breast of St. Sebastian
pierced by four arrows. Oh. Oh. Withdraw
the steel gently.
Back and forth to the hospital, past
the tattoo parlour – tattoos, piercings
but these four dots
these puncturings will not flaunt themselves
in gold or silver. These bluish stains,
not shaped like birds
or butterflies, are secret markers,
remembrancers of the hidden wound
but they will clear
leaving no clue to the thing that sleeps
and fattens deep down, that I sometimes
don’t believe in.

Chris Considine

from Ill Winter, in collection, Behind the Lines,
2011, Cinnamon Press, ISBN 978-1-9070904-8-6