Monday, 18 May 2009
A while ago now I had an interview for a new job. I didn't get the job but did write a poem.
there is no spring
(in response to a bad interview)
to dull questions thud
on to the concrete slabs
of your eyes
where there is no spring.
You have decided I will not do.
But that’s okay, I walk away
getting my teeth into
the wind and rain, happy
as an unopened crab
of its own sweet meat.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
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