In my hand
lies a handle
which holds a bucket,
that keeps a million years
of weight. Clunked together
like old people on a bus.
The collected waste
of crust and wood.
Skin of the earth
dangles from my grip.
—
Gareth Culshaw lives in Wales. He has his first collection out in 2018 by futurecycle.
Cracking poem, Gareth!
Thanks Robert….