Psaltery & Lyre


Rebecca Cook

onion skin

I would give up God for this poem. No more prayers, no more hymns, no more white lilies on my granny’s grave.

speak now forever the endless shout

this is for you, / little wee thing of ears, wee body of mouth / this burden is for you the better to hear the better to shout / this is for you

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