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Alison can write language. A question? Is it not 'lymphoma'. A friend has non-Hodgkins. Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask] Lynx: Poetry from Bath .......... http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html On Sun, 9 Sep 2001, Alison Croggon wrote: > sometimes pain seems to be the truest thing there is > it sits behind your eyes like a shivering animal > whose vision is a foil wretched with reflections > even skins are razors luminous with unshed blood > and you understand anew the fragility of all touch > how real and clumsy it is a derailed train in which > corpses curl beneath the shuddering metal and collide > discourteously and the worm wakes in the brainpan > sniffing the stench of tears - it is an excess of course > and thus shrugged and deadened - there is no time > for its midnight pollen drifting through your veins > rooting and flowering into hallucinatory lymphonae > for shuttered lids and tongues tasting of iron for the > impotence of a half formed gesture which gutters out > and leaves a trail of rust inside the stilled hand > for the clarities which ripple in its silence > > > Alison Croggon >