He ended up using it for soup…


A man left over from 70’s punk,
cutoff jeans and old leather jacket
With skull scraped free of pelt ,
joined me where I stood, bent

over the kit. A life suspended,
caught in amberlike time.
The puppyish fox with spattered
brains appealed to me;

its large, soft paws
and feathery tail,
the milky smell of it,
made something clench.

This infant psychopomp
lolled its loose head against
my leathered toe. I shifted its body
from tarmac to grass;

it needed that much consideration.
The old man took it further.
His fingers glittered between
the studs on his gloves,

he scooped it by the white-ended
brush. ‘I let nothing waste.’
The corpse vanished into a hidden
pocket. There is no wasted flesh.

Not on this road.


About Bethany W Pope

Bethany W Pope was named by the Huffington Post as ‘one of the five Expat poets to watch in 2016’. Nicholas Lezard, writing for The Guardian, described her latest collection as 'poetry as salvation'.....'This harrowing collection drawn from a youth spent in an orphanage delights in language as a place of private escape.' Bethany has won many literary awards and published several collections of poetry. Her first novel, Masque, was published by Seren in 2016. Her second novel, Ordinary Lives: The Ballad of John and Mary, was published in 2018. Follow her on Twitter @BethanyWPope

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