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SpecimenAuthor(s): Michael WestSource: Irish University Review, Vol. 28, No. 2 (Autumn - Winter, 1998), p. 259Published by: Edinburgh University PressStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25484788 .
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NEW POETRY
Michael West
The Wave
Not seeing the wall of water
like dirty glass in an aquarium with mackerel flying through
suspended for a flash in a fast-moving glacier
Crash down on you like the walls of Jericho
Rolling you like a hermit crab
in your own body
There is neither dryness or wetness
in the play of forces
Your shoulder wrenched out of joint trawled in a whirlpool
keelhauled over gravel sand in your mouth
your togs round your knees
That moment when the sun and all was turned to darkness
Rising, lop-sided, staggering out of six inches of water
full of the power of wild horses
draped in seaweed, the creature from the lagoon
The pain in your arm, the grazes, the bruises
the salt, the sand, the sense of blood churning, the bile, the blur, the hardness of breathing
The ringing in your ears like a sea-shell all around you
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Red dust once grew on our car
Overnight, like penicillin. It blew in
From the Sahara
Through the noses of the Pharaohs.
Our father took it off with a soft brush.
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