Poem: ‘Viewless Wings’
Mark Ford, 17 November 2016
What aileth thee now, that thou art wholly gone up to the housetops? – Isaiah 22:1
I (gulp) had to have a certain operation, and as I went under, found myself assailed by a flock of hostile pigeons, by a whole parliament of fowls, cooing hysterically – blackbirds and ospreys and screaming gulls. How daftare you! mocked a jackdaw, jabbing its beak at my groin. Vile droppings...