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Amongst the treasures of the British Museum<\/strong><\/p>\n Godless, made in China, and in the room <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Silas Gorin<\/strong> lives in Beijing where he’s been earning a crust since the noughties (He comes from Herefordshire but he doesn’t know when he’s coming back). He has seen his work printed, both on-line and in ink, in places like Monkey Kettle, Orbis, Triggerfish Critical Review, <\/em>and Mad Swirl<\/em>. Recently he completed his MA in Linguistics with the University of Birmingham, and he was very chuffed. He would like to thank you for taking the time to read his work, and he says to say bye.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Amongst the treasures of the British Museum Godless, made in China, and in the room the other Godless lot put up, a drift of eyes alive with mourning move like contraband, and taking in the bits and pieces hoarders robbed or otherwise acquired, urgently harry. For you and I the lost treasure\u2019s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11030","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11030","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11030"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11030\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11032,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11030\/revisions\/11032"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11030"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11030"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11030"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe other Godless lot put up, a drift
\nof eyes alive with mourning move
\nlike contraband, and taking in
\nthe bits and pieces hoarders robbed
\nor otherwise acquired, urgently
\nharry. For you and I the lost
\ntreasure\u2019s bow is gracious beauty
\nbut we feel the unease: The light
\ncoming in through the glass from the east;
\na Coke can discarded: a sign
\nof modern times. I want to leave
\nwith you. Perhaps this is my mistake:
\nalways too impatient to wait.<\/p>\n