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Judy O’Kane, London

Poems on the Buses Exhibition


He looked up, mouth open, from a bed of ice in the English Market. I found myself staring morbidly at his flat face, his teeth frozen into a smile. You brought one straight off the boat. I harvested flesh below the eyes, severed the head, struggled with the tail as the slimy film slipped over the chopping board. It almost filled a crate, but you wouldn’t take anything for it.