The wind sharpens against the road
the blood mills in the finger
the animals square in the sun
antique insects dip and skim
piece together the moon, evidence
spoken through the night. The witnesses
are credible, but the judge sleeps.
We want all the words at the
same time, we want no
words, just language’s long rain.
Giles Goodland was born in Taunton, was educated at the universities of Wales and California, took a D. Phil at Oxford, has published a several books of poetry including A Spy in the House of Years (Leviathan, 2001), Capital (Salt, 2006), Dumb Messengers (Salt, 2012) and The Masses (Shearsman, 2018). He works in Oxford as a lexicographer, teaches evening classes on poetry for Oxford University's department of continuing education and lives in West London.