the arctic syllables of geese and swans,
the Milky Way, scours the beaches clean
dried starfish, dogfish eggs and plastic bags,
stinking of tundra and tyranny,
strands of hair from drowned girls
the church steeples, the hotel flagpoles,
the last scraps of juice in the trees,
to the pale grey of the sky the boards
the fishermen's huts, cracks their knuckles
comes laden with lost ideas, shouts
empty high streets, bends shop windows,
on the backs of mourners above open
graves, dries their tears to crusts of salt.
Devereux is a poet, essayist, short story writer and scriptwriter. He has work
published in magazines/on websites in the UK, Ireland, Europe, the USA and
Australia. He lives and works in Liverpool.