a measure of the
dead. suppose I shouldexplain. hours spent sift-
ing the light, no al-readys to drown. ‘a
bagpipe sings for two –first for etch and shad-
ow, second, the drone,in the dialect
of cirrus, for dayswith blunt endings.’ is
there a season forwonder? where sits the
god of golden means?
39.0: JACKPOT!
Guest poetry editor: Samuel Wagan WatsonRelease date: 1 August 2012
Index of poems
Featured artist: Queenie Chan






Beautiful, Kevin. x