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Agnes Marton: a poem



Shaman Boy Kills His Father


I kick your boots from my feet

without connecting nouns to verbs.


Combustible,

just like the greying sky.


I comb it, spell it, call it, swallow it.

Don't count on getting a grandson.

Should they ask where you are,

I will say you have gone hunting.



Agnes Marton is a Hungarian-born poet, writer, librettist, Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts (UK) and Reviews Editor at The Ofi Press. Recent publications include her collection Captain Fly's Bucket List and four chapbooks with Moria Books (USA). She has won the National Poetry Day Competition in the UK.

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