Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Taking the Wrong Direction

by ROBIN DAGLISH

These boots are booby trapped:
go the wrong way, walk the wrong track
and they will lift you from the ground,
remove themselves in a flash
and your feet will never be found;
they will have disappeared,
absconded,
gone a.w.o.l.
absent without leave.

Your stomach may heave
at the sight of those stumps
but it's nothing personal.
They sow a vicious seed
that harvests limbs,
poisons the ground with their malice:
These flowerbeds of fire
waiting for a footprint germination
to burst into petals of blood.

Added: 20.03.2009

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