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Saturday, 6 May 2017

Swansong, Mile End by Siddhartha Bose

Pigeons on a tiled roof.
Foreground—bus stop shines in the rain.

Swans—patches of cloud—
float long Regent’s Canal, its

skin, moving fish scales.

Shirt of sky opens.
Hair of stars sprout.

Plastic bags crackle like
pellets of rain in a tin can, like fire

bled on wood.

A southbound train lunges over a

The night is radioactive.

The two swans screech their song of love,
shake their manes, become

proud as horses.


Date: 2008

By: Siddhartha Bose (19??- )