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All I Could Steal<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n From Bidston<\/p>\n to Belfast<\/p>\n I traced the line of you:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Said my goodbyes<\/p>\n despite the gale,<\/p>\n imagined your head, bobbing with<\/p>\n the current<\/p>\n through secret<\/p>\n shippingforecast zones<\/p>\n as my heart grabbed at imaginary<\/p>\n cordage<\/p>\n that trailed helplessly<\/p>\n through the moss-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n felt the tome of the sea<\/p>\n as it lashed its pages<\/p>\n against my carbine.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I thought that I might cry then,<\/p>\n suddenly,<\/p>\n in the salt wind<\/p>\n <\/p>\n and so broke the seal on a bottle of<\/p>\n Jeremiah<\/p>\n to drown the lump<\/p>\n in my throat.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Drunk, I stumbled home through<\/p>\n Cammell Laird’s<\/p>\n and felt spite<\/p>\n stirring in the spine<\/p>\n of my tongue-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I taunted all the ghosts, and sang<\/p>\n to them:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n ‘When the big ship sails on the alley-<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0alley-o\u2026\u2026.’<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Nick Power<\/strong> has recently had perfect-bound book Small Town Chase<\/a> <\/em>published by erbacce-press, and is in the process of writing a new collection. He has \u00a0had poems published at M58,<\/em> erbacce-press, The Camel Saloon, Boscome Revolution <\/em>and Jarg Magazine<\/em>.<\/p>\n