Edwin Brock Poems

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Five Ways To Kill A Man

There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this
properly you require a crowd of people

These Old Songs

grow in the mind,
their rhymes chiming endlessly
with the sound of feet walking
or rain falling or being taken up

Tas In March

White on dark water, so stark
I leave my binoculars behind
and watch with bare red eyes
two swans, taut with sexuality,

The Sea, The Sea

In a house
at the edge of a cliff
you can hear the sea
even with the windows closed

Morston Marshes

Into this muddy coastline
the North Sea seeps silently
twice a day
under the kestrel's weather eye


It is a sinking
into sand; marram grass
too sharp to lie on; eyes
stinging in the wind, and

The Ghost Dancer

It is surprising to be here, now,
among these people at the end.
Far way, or so it seems, from
anywhere where anything happened.