Tuesday, 29 October 2013


NO SHIRT

Peeling off my anorak
underneath is skin

blistered and blotched
numbers tattooed in ranks

caved chest
breathing a little

human being
being concentrated here

concentration here
on skin

anorak back on
going, going on






Colin Morgan 

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4 comments:

  1. Brian Miller29 October 2013 at 15:26

    smiles...i had to get a flu shot one year in the middle of winter...i avoided getting in and the nurse met me out at the campsite and made me take my shirt off to get it...ha...penance i guess...the numbers tattooed in rank...makes me think...what are you symbolizing there?

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  2. ayala29 October 2013 at 17:00

    I appreciate the reference to the Nazi concentration camps, such a dark time.

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  3. Kate Solo29 October 2013 at 19:53

    Well written indeed. Scary times for sure.

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  4. Anonymous31 October 2013 at 06:51

    this is a stark and touching poem. your lean structure of form befitting the topic perfectly. nice work.

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