Tuesday 29 October 2013


NO SHIRT

Peeling off my anorak
underneath is skin

blistered and blotched
numbers tattooed in ranks

caved chest
breathing a little

human being
being concentrated here

concentration here
on skin

anorak back on
going, going on






Colin Morgan 

4 comments:

  1. smiles...i had to get a flu shot one year in the middle of winter...i avoided getting in and the nurse met me out at the campsite and made me take my shirt off to get it...ha...penance i guess...the numbers tattooed in rank...makes me think...what are you symbolizing there?

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  2. I appreciate the reference to the Nazi concentration camps, such a dark time.

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  3. Well written indeed. Scary times for sure.

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  4. this is a stark and touching poem. your lean structure of form befitting the topic perfectly. nice work.

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