Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Turning Over Parts of Poems with a Golden Shovel
A golden shovel poem well, okay, maybe
Or maybe it’s like digging up a friend
Rearranging his bits rearranging his bones
And exclaiming I have built a new body!
Maybe
A pile of bones there a pile of bones here
Another pile of bones a golden shovel
Ars per ars gizzards and gristle
The gravedigger wants his shovel back
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