Poems by Doktor Bols

Communion

by Doktor Bols

From Canary Winter 2012-13

We eat this lamb
with rice and naan
and fragments of the bone
are in the curry
Imagine fractured collarbone
Imagine splinters in the steaming
pot of breath
and blood and punctured muscles rising
when something that once walked
this earth and lived
off this land and the oxygen
above it lies contorted,
tilted to the side that didn't
have its ribcage broken in
and cooked until the flesh
slides off the bone and is
so tender and it can't
say no or defend
itself.