Poem: ‘The Bannisters’
Paul Muldoon, 2 April 2020
Our ornamental gates and railings that were melted downfor rifle barrels have gained some sort of posthumous renownby unambiguously drawing a line in the sand.The gates and railings are finally taking a firm standand even more emphatically bringing things to a close.The exit wound is their approximation of a roseor a geranium under gauze on the windowsill.Gangrene. The green and gold of the...