December 27, 2009

C.P. Stewart

The Sickbed

The day I died a wind got up.

You were hanging out sheets
at the bottom of the garden.

Head thrown back, mouth full of pegs,
wet sheets flapping around your legs.

So you never heard,
when I called out your name...

but I called out your name the day I died.

—From Taking it In


C.P. Stewart lives with his family in North Yorkshire. Formerly singer and songwriter with the cult band Laughing Gravy, his poetry has been widely published in England, Canada and the United States. He is currently the poetry editor of Sotto Voce. Taking it In is available here.

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