Body

into the lane he dropped
not once looking up

and missed the sight of his own corpse falling like a suitcase towards him
with the grin like an opened zip
(as I found it this morning)

and went on running with that bindweed will of his
went on running along the hedge and into the earth again
trembling
as if in a broken jug for one backwards moment
water might keep its shape

-Alice Oswald

image: Saint Sebastian by Takato Yamamoto

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