The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 5 - Page 21

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three poems by howie good

close to the edge

Assembled from titles of

artworks by Gavin Turk

1

The gods are wringing

their great worn hands.

Bags begin to fly.

Think about tomorrow or don’t.

2

Injuries also occur

in the language.

Use bombs wisely.

A dead shark isn’t art.

3

Ex-monarchs remember

a past of wars and waltzes

as they wait for death,

portrait of something

I’ll never really see.

4

Thank you,

have a nice day,

everyone

I have ever

slept with.