Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem is the first of a new era: the first after the last 121 have been included in his new collection, which is nearing completion. After completing the Table of Contents chapter list Marc discovered he did in fact have 122 poems, so one old small one was included as an extra reflection, as he thought the caterpillar-butterfly metamorphosis extra one should be included. Anyway, more about that soon, and here’s the first FM poem of a new era. Out with the old, and in with the new; hey, that could be another FM poem…
P.S. Sorry if the subject matter of this poem is a bit grisly, and it should be read in a light-hearted (not headed) way. It is also shaped guillotinishly, so is presented from the left, rather than the usual centred.
neck tingles, kiss cuts
Marc Latham’s central site is the Greenygrey (http://www.greenygrey.co.uk)