Tag Archives: Inscriptions (1973)

Monologue in the Valley of the Kings — an #Egyptian mummy speaks of how he will never be found

Thwaite reads this poem, which he feels is one of his favourites, at the Poetry Archive here. I have hidden something in the inner chamber And sealed the lid of the sarcophagus And levered a granite boulder against the door … Continue reading

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The Bonfire — Thwaite’s great poem about #fire #inspiration #threat #hunger #Gehenna

Day by day, day after day, we fed it With straw, mown grass, shavings, shaken weeds, The huge flat leaves of umbrella plants, old spoil Left by the builders, combustible; yet it Coughed fitfully at the touch of a match, … Continue reading

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Dead Wood — a poem about #environmental disaster #apocalypse #oil men #eons

Worn down to stumps, shredded by the wind, Crushed underfoot in brittle slaty husks, The forest turned from wood to stone to dust. The rind of bark peeled off in slivers, shed Dry spores, mineral resins, scales of scrim, Scattering … Continue reading

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