Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011


by Chrissy Banks

the things i’ve seen
come at me behind my eyes
and bludgeon me again
even if you scooped both sockets dry
the things i’ve seen
would rape my vision every day
the things i’ve heard
sounds i couldn’t replicate
scream behind the ordinary words
butcher sleep and silence
the things i’ve heard
repeat their fearful evidence
the things i’ve known
strip me of my skin
break my grown-up bones
and knock me down  
senseless with the things i know
that never should be known
you may think what happened’s  gone
but the things i’ve seen
live on live on live on

Added: 25.03.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


The final line in this poem finishes it off perfectly. Very satisfying.


Very Powerful