Ovule
you rolled the egg
you cracked a world
and there among the blue
fragments of a planet’s shell
you saw a god
and you watched
as at first the form licked
the albumen off its fur
and then unfurled
ears black
tipped and long
and then with
steel-tendon legs
your god
ran
Mark Goodwin is a poet-sound-artist and speaks & writes in various ways. He has published books & chapbooks with various poetry houses, including Leafe Press, Longbarrow Press, Middle Creek, & Shearsman Books. Mark lives with his partner on a narrowboat just north of Leicester, in England. He tweets poems from @kramawoodgin.
Other Works
The Super Collider Blues
by Michael Fowler
... Sometimes when I get sad working on the super collider ...
Unquiet Bodies
by Tomoé Hill
... She looked at her curling hands, manifesting nothing ...