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Leigh Davis

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.. but such an impulse runs,
into a curious closure like a kingfish -
ecce homo's one strand with old connections
getting tied at Tanganyika on a foreshore
there's another, the normal repetitive motion
of the dark men never went that way. At first
it seems, writing's like windmills, any local
toughness arrests he changes at the
thought gripping lance or buckler
as it says, but the narrative's
got that covered too, his lovely
envelope's tenses, extensions, let him go,
wheeling from a verb on his unusual
horse, even since before Seville.



Last updated 6 October, 2009