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Creation<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cEverybody knows it must be a trick So much misdirection I missed the switch I remember slicing into the breast At sixteen I dismantled the clock So many years of blowing away smoke unable to backtrace dismantled flies <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ben Johnson<\/strong> lives on the edge of the New Forest in England and works as an IT Admin in a small private school. He has been writing since his teens but in the last few years has taken it much more seriously. Ben attends local open mic poetry nights as often as he can. He also runs an online poetry forum called The Poetry Forum\u00a0 <\/a>and last year started up a small press called Ravenshead Press<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Creation \u201cEverybody knows it must be a trick but centuries of sawing bodies in half have revealed little in the way of details.\u201d So much misdirection I missed the switch between Uncle Hector pulling coins from unwashed ears to this, the man who shares his face staring at the ceiling from a silk-lined […]<\/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-5946","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5946","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=5946"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5946\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5948,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5946\/revisions\/5948"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5946"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5946"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5946"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbut centuries of sawing bodies in half
\nhave revealed little in the way of details.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nbetween Uncle Hector pulling coins
\nfrom unwashed ears to this, the man
\nwho shares his face staring at the ceiling
\nfrom a silk-lined coffin.<\/p>\n
\nof a turkey (dead an hour or more)
\nand the packed fibres of flesh leaping
\nand pulsing like a hanky being pulled
\nby invisible threads.<\/p>\n
\nthat marked the date of my dad\u2019s retirement,
\nreversed my steps and was pleased
\nt worked (more or less).<\/p>\n
\nand rearranging mirrors still all I find
\nis myself, forehead wrinkled in thought,<\/p>\n
\nor anything else considered alive.<\/p>\n