A new poem from Tim Upperton.
I was Dick. I teased Anne and George.
I was Edmund, betrayed my friends
for a sweet. Something rotten in me.
Cast out, castaway. For long years
I had an island to myself.
I lived on corn, goat-meat, fish. All changed
by a single footprint in the sand.
I harkened to the call of the wild.
The trees cracked in the cold.
How lost, how alone I was. I howled.
I hunted. I ate. My bloodied muzzle.
I left that place and took rooms
in foggy London. I solved the case
of the speckled band. Then I split in two.
I avoided mirrors. My other self
was murderous, but I grew kinder.
In the end I lost everything.
Take my eyes, I said to a swallow.
He flew with them across the city.
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