fromwww.theguardian.com
1 day agoPoem of the week: Down on the canal on Christmas Day by Chris McCabe
Down on the canal on Christmas Day Down on the canal on Christmas Day a man walks towards me out of water-light, upright, Cratchit-wrapped, a smile to say: I know you. Hello Chris. Ghost in a time-ripped landscape where a low solstice sun spills whisked through a metallic staircase. With joy, the man's smile haunts me for miles a long blasted path, where a dead rat's belly festoons its purple crinoline Christmas hat.
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