Still lives, we know, are always deaths - lives, stilled. Just as decay
is life: mould, putting out brave colonies in wastes of plastic. Of us. Smears
of green - life-shadow - or a bloom of blusher orange in the almost-see-through
veil of a bag with its neck tied, double-knotted, are almost a face, that might
disclose itself to you, against black night, with a flash-bulb-startled look,
might almost speak to you, through words bleached to a sigh: Sainsbury. Bag for Life.
A present from the future, disinterred.
Philip Gross, 10.12.14
Philip Gross (1952) is a poet, novelist, playwright, children's writer and academic. He was appointed Professor of Creative Writing at the University of Glamorgan, now the University of South Wales in 2004, frequently contributing to Oriel y Bont exhibitions and events. He won the T. S. Eliot Prize in 2009 for a collection of poems, The Water Table, a Gregory Award in 1981, and the National Poetry Competition in 1982.