I don't see how this is biographical or autobiographical, but it is
haunting, riveting, precise.
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>
> Warwick
>
> Market Square
>
> The museum beehive.
> Glass closed off
> and opened out.
>
> The life of the hive
> was made plain.
> Short syllables
>
> returned in sleep
> carrying their yellow
> bundles. They came
>
> and went without
> regard to the torn
> away side of the womb.
>
> Double windows where
> every grub cried out
> its own fragile detail.
>
> Cells full of light.
> Inexorable attentions.
> Unclosed rooms.
>
> Liz Kirby
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