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The Shed that Stored Africa<\/strong><\/p>\n We stuffed Mogadishu behind the rusty rear wheel That rusty Dulux tin is Aden.\u00a0 The garrison formed We built Cairo on the hessian sacking left over it holds as many people as London. For the pyramids Now slugs ooze along the Valley of the Kings, the Nile, crusty with crocodiles, shiny as petroleum, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n William Stephenson<\/strong>\u2019s first full collection Travellers and Avatars <\/em>will be published by Live Canon in 2018.\u00a0 His pamphlets are Rain Dancers in the Data Cloud<\/em> (Templar, 2012) and Source Code<\/em> (Ravenglass, 2013), downloadable at: http:\/\/chesterrep. The Shed that Stored Africa We stuffed Mogadishu behind the rusty rear wheel of Ben\u2019s old bike.\u00a0 Spokes of shadow slice the city whenever the sun cuts through a crack in the door. That rusty Dulux tin is Aden.\u00a0 The garrison formed column of fours, marched out to quell a nest of ants […]<\/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-16665","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16665","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=16665"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16665\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16666,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16665\/revisions\/16666"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16665"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16665"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16665"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nof Ben\u2019s old bike.\u00a0 Spokes of shadow slice the city
\nwhenever the sun cuts through a crack in the door.<\/p>\n
\ncolumn of fours, marched out to quell a nest of ants
\nthen vanished in jungle behind the drainpipe.<\/p>\n
\nfrom the windbreak George made last September
\nfor our trip to Hunstanton.\u00a0 Not bad, considering<\/p>\n
\nwe used Susan\u2019s sandcastle buckets, turned over.
\nShe left them behind when she married. \u00a0Peculiar.<\/p>\n
\nsmearing silver offerings onto boulders, hunting
\nthe last unplundered tomb.\u00a0 On fiery July afternoons<\/p>\n
\nfloods the rose beds.\u00a0 Baboons scream in the privet.
\nThis morning a lion flattened our rhododendrons.<\/p>\n