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Description of work'Using pastel, acrylic, language because of a
Cancelled Window
through a slate dish
I burrow
for pores of secret scent
atomised from a stoppered bottle
the door to
a sea-drowned city,
5000 souls re-membered, too late
the shape of the search
in negative, as the electric
bell sounds like a needle in cream,
a grave photograph, still cooking
the parrot with his bent beak
he's not dead, Sir, he's blind.
