To make a living
I hang out incommunicado in a classroom
looking for a centre-
the glue and mortar
that holds it all together.
The lynchpin at a lynching
Is the hanged man.
I'll say
'In the Antipodean winter, suspended by his boots,
the condemned man dies
with half the image of a waning sun
burnt into his eyes'
And no one will baulk at this.
Imagine Shakespeare elucidated on a banjo
and Eliot with castanets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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