The child
asks me

Is it wet
inside a fish

and I say No
and he says

Then what is it
and I say

It’s red and pink
and cool

as a tomb
in the morning

and he says
How do you

know except
when it’s dead

from Beyond (John McIndoe, 1992), © Brian Turner 1992, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archives 2004.

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