last night the world was black
when things get too hard to bear
no reason now to write songs down
no one to tell this to
a friend who never came
you’ll be home, back in our bay
delicate and warm
the black shag splinters the night
With thanks to Robert Okaji for the inspiration – a cento is a poem made from the lines of other poets.
To create this I chose significant dates eg: birthdays, ages, house numbers – and then used these to locate pages and lines, accepting, rejecting and rearranging as the story began to tell itself.
These lines are drawn from the work of Sam Hunt “Knucklebones: poems 1962-2012”.