On the Dish

It’s awkward on the butcher’s slab
with artery and clavicle peeping
from the red sweat of the accident.

It is necessary to speak of the silver
and the gleam and the very hard lights
which hang and sway in their buckets.

It is important to remember the crash
so like the collapse of stock markets
and the slump after euphoria.

It is only worth noting
that there is a knot being untied here
and things once close are now in separate bowls

and something strangely familiar
I can see out of the corner of my eye
is eagerly climbing the walls.

 

Christopher Hobday
Save As Writer's Poetry Winner 2008