Sport 18: Autumn 1997

Inquisitions

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Inquisitions

My hands are always meeting
wet surfaces. Fronds spatter my scalp.
Across the river, rainbowed waterfalls
decant themselves through smoke.

The khaki policemen
are suspicious and smug.
What it is, you-a name?
What time it is, you-a watch?

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Title: Inquisitions

Author: Geoff Cochrane

In: Sport 18: Autumn 1997

Publication details: Fergus Barrowman

Part of: Sport

Keywords: Verse Literature

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