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Up on the Fell

This is where the skin of the earth
wears shiny over knuckles of rock,
shredded by sinkholes. Here and there
thickened fibres set deep, lumping
into a mass. You can slip on its wet folds.
Listen to the dark echo beneath the rain
as reed and water stream together:
it shoots the brown birds up and out
at the push of a relentless beat.

You walk fast on the fell,
scrambling for each step,
as if keeping up with some beast
heaving a loaded transport,
something with a grip on time,
trudging each gully and knot before
a swatch of earth rolls up and off, before
the beck switches its run, the wall crumbles
and the broken ash tips over, roots unlaced.

Pamela Coren
The Cart Pusher

They are taking forests down,
digging the bowels of the earth,
moving the course of rivers,
strewing debris in the exosphere,
littering all that can be littered.
They think it is their right to do so,
and there is no one else’s right,
neither present nor future.
I keep walking my own path by night,
as insignificant as a speck of dust,
pushing my little cart along,
only stopping every now and then
to pick bits of land for my collection,
watching the sky all the time
to check if the moon is still there.
Feeling as guilty as them.

Allessio Zanelli
The Fight

When I wake
I go twelve rounds with myself
Just to leave the bed
When I dress
I must catch the jab
And counter with a straight
I must grapple
To leave the house
Ground game is key
Blows are landed
Blows are missed
David had sling and stone
To beat Goliath
I have only my Fortitude
I slip the right-left-right combo
My demon throws
And counter again
When I wake
I go twelve rounds with myself
Just to leave the bed

Mark Anthony Kaye

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