I cannot
give you words
which turned
as succulent as flesh
upon the nib:

thin men
write gaunt poems
and each word
sticks out
like a rib

‘Deposition’, from Anzac Day: Selected Poems (Hazard Press, 1997), © Kevin Ireland 1997, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Waiata Archive (1974).

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