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Harrison, Tony: Fire-eater

Portre of Harrison, Tony

Fire-eater (English)

My father speaking was like conjurers I’d seen
Pulling bright silk hankies, scarves, a flag
Up out of their innards, red, blue, green,
so many colours it would make me gag.

Dads eldest brother had a shocking stammer.
Dad punctuated sentence ends with but…
Coarser stuff tnah silk they haulled up grammar
Knotted together deep down in their gut.

Theirs are he acts I nerve myself to follow.
I’m the clown sent in to clear the ring.
Theirs are the tongues of fire I’m forced to swallow
then bring back knotted, one continuous string

igniting long-pen silences, and going back
to Adam fumbling with Creation’s names,
and though my vocal chords get scorched and black
there’ll be a constant singing from the flames.

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