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I’ve heard it all my life. Pull up

A chair inside yourself and listen.


A gland in your neck will make

your eyes pulsate, bulge with malignant staring.


Pull up a chair inside yourself and listen. Listen

to a tale of lead hands melting.


A westerly with jagged teeth snaps a beech

In two. Lead hands melt inside its hollowed core.


A fallen tree sounds the air if ears will hear

its cracking bones. Leaden hands will cannibalise


the bellied trunk for firewood. Pull up a chair

inside yourself and listen as a fractured stump


wounds the earth, and wounded earth sifts root

from shallow ground. A pyre ablaze will burn


for days, a spectral beacon at the water’s edge. Lead hands

melted down to liquid silver pouring into the world,


a blister at its centre, cave bled to its heart. Pull up

A chair inside yourself and listen as your hollowed core


is filled with leaden hands, molten leaden hands

filling the empty centre at your heart.


Pull up a chair inside yourself and listen.


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