Iain Britton

from           the 4        corners       of this tower      lumped on a map the     best     magician   wins   the        day  /        thinks he’s invisible     /          white rabbits           hide       in        cupboards in          boxes        in      hats  /      a peaceful contradiction       exists  / a   plan    for    a    park    a plantation for immaculate thoughts for    flower beds     which    eat    fragrances         all  year round  / from    this  monolithic  inheritance       avenues           spoke outwards to         capture             returning prodigals  /    ancestral dropouts  /              the            multiple   births               of          children the             sun’s               last    sentence       of            the             day