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The footage was examined in a similar way I’d feel clay , the narrative was built from the research and footage, and needs work but it’s something I can toy with.

 

An egg made up of protein, similar in nature

Cells split, divide, develop, die

Politics natural (?)

 

Where is the wedgwood?

Digging from the burial site

There is nothing but tombstones

The shards of ceramic thread through

My swollen hands, slicing through nail

Piecing back time with nothing but sand

 

Who feels? The clay

Monsters, objects within objects

Making the foundations for more

Stacking each shelf with plates

How many more plates?

For a land that won’t house

them

 

Where are you Wedgwood?

A £50 pound cup?

I think I saw you in Devon

Where the clay lathered rich feet

Anyway you weren’t home

 

Amongst the crisp packets,

And broken bottles are pieces

that belonged

To someone

 

Now what we’re left

With

Homes for broken pieces

 

An escapade of wealth, in the midst

Of a beckoning fall

What’s left (?) everything

And nothing

 

The birds circle, each one takes flight

I’m accused,

Alien

I hold out my hands

Feeling the air between each finger

Failing to take flight, with clay wings

I give myself to the ground


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