Catherine Phil MacCarthy

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It was always those with little else to carry who carried the songs to Babylon to the Mississippi- some of these last possessed less than nothing did not own their own bodies yet, three centuries later, deep rhythms from Africa, stowed in their hearts & bones, carry the world’s songs Moya Cannon

When we are gone, the house will close over us as though we’d been swimmers in an unmoved sea. The cisterns will unruffle, the fridge will wheeze on, and the shape we made in the bed will pucker out. The house will replace us with sounds of its own: Vona Groarke

Now it is Easter & the speckled bean Breaks underground, the liquid snail Winces and waits, trapped on the lawn’s light green; The burdened clothes-line heaves & barks in the gale, And lost in flowers near the garage wall Child and mother fumble, tidy, restrain. Thomas Kinsella