Peter Sirr Biography

You say
there is a language in which the word for family

is also the word for departure.
Handing across books, tapes, the world's

thinnest dictionary,
learn it, you say.
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your small head rests
in the arms of the State
your fingers are counted, your toes
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Even asleep, you're everywhere.
You fall through the house,
right down to the small room
where I sit staring at the screen.
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First comes the idea, someone's dream
of a winding street, of streetlamps.
Then sticks, wattle, ships flaring in the sunset,
serious heads on the coinage. Flagons
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What vagabond bones
and you, too, Ivar the Boneless,
come together now
stench of what plagues
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