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Lobster tail<\/strong><\/p>\n Uncommon to find such a thing up here, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Robert Ford<\/strong>‘s poetry has appeared in both print and online publications in the UK and US, including\u00a0Antiphon, The Interpreter’s House,\u00a0Butcher’s Dog\u00a0and\u00a0San Pedro River Review. More of his work can be found at\u00a0https:\/\/wezzlehead.wordpress.com\/\u2028<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lobster tail Uncommon to find such a thing up here, beyond the exhausted seaweed, vacated mussel shells and limp trawlermen\u2019s gloves in bleached out blue or yellow rubber, their fingers often present if somewhat perished; but there it was, cradled among the whirled nests of exhausted marram woven untidily through a scalp of […]<\/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":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15731","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15731","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=15731"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15731\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15733,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15731\/revisions\/15733"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15731"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15731"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15731"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbeyond the exhausted seaweed,
\nvacated mussel shells and limp
\ntrawlermen\u2019s gloves in bleached out
\nblue or yellow rubber, their fingers
\noften present if somewhat perished;
\nbut there it was, cradled among the
\nwhirled nests of exhausted marram
\nwoven untidily through a scalp
\nof sutured pebbles. Time had melted
\nflesh away, revealing the miracle
\nof its engineering, in segments
\nand articulations, a suit of armour
\nstill functioning in our snow-bitten,
\nastonished fingers, as we prowled
\nthe empty shore, pleased to find
\nsuch a simple gift, today of all days.<\/p>\n