This poem is taken from Stand 217, 16(1) March - April 2018.

Clive Donovan Poem
Jerks of Beauty

As when a feather drops to water
And is welcomed
And of how the water, rippling,
In calm pleasure responds

Accepting objects, mildly swallowing,
Without too much fuss:
Up-turned battleships, aeroplanes, houses,
Drowned, castaway people.

But there's an island full of plastic
In a far-off eastern sea
Where float
Unsinkable condoms, wrappers, twine...

The ocean collates and guards it all
– Keepsake for us;
An artefact Sargasso through which ships
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