Take this house from my body, brick from my bones. There’s my foot under yours. Take it. It will make you rich. Wrap me in your heroic sheet. Cover your face, I’m decomposed. Carry me out. See how I fit inside, how my spine curves to these dirty threads. Oh you can hardly make me out. Oh make me out. Prose me, poem me. Put flesh on these blanketed bones. Bundled, compare me to the stork’s gift. Oh call me rubble, the earth has done worse. Loot me, lyric me. Pick at my bones.
Nov 01, 2010
Leeanne Quinn's debut collection of poetry, Before You, was published in 2012 by Dedalus Press, and was highly commended in the Forward Prize for Poetry 2013. She was the recipient of an Arts Council Bursary Award in 2012 and 2018. Her second collection is forthcoming with Dedalus Press in 2020.