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Woodlice<\/strong><\/p>\n We overlook them <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Andrew Button<\/strong> lives in Market Bosworth, Leicestershire. He has had poems published in various magazines including Orbis, Canon\u2019s Mouth, Staple, Envoi and Iota. Andrew enjoys the thrill of open mic performance when not working as a librarian in Warwick.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Woodlice We overlook them like the early symptoms of a disease, or the daily minutiae we disregard; dirt under our finger nails. Last night, exposed by the outside light, I noticed a gang of woodlice crowding at my back door, flexing their antennae, poised as squatters. Lurking in the moist underbelly 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":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7982","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7982","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=7982"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7982\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7985,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7982\/revisions\/7985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7982"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7982"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7982"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlike the early symptoms of a disease,
\nor the daily minutiae we disregard;
\ndirt under our finger nails.
\nLast night, exposed by the outside light,
\nI noticed a gang of woodlice
\ncrowding at my back door,
\nflexing their antennae,
\npoised as squatters.
\nLurking in the moist underbelly
\nof patio slabs and floorboards,
\nfestering composts and shadowed sheds,
\nthere in the dark, damp places
\nlike factories of human conscience
\ntheir multitudes multiply<\/p>\n