Blow your trumpet, Gabriel (reprise) by James Walton

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel (reprise)

The wind here peels skin

hones out the truth

birds stall in the veracity of physics

 

knowing the full irony

of a mad obligation

 

that long leap of colonial decades

 

leaving the river turned out

stench of mud howling condoms

dried out take aways

 

look to the south west

 

where the clouds churn for hail

prepare to scrape calcium

make high cheek bones of panther

 

the unbroken gather there

an exhibition curated

by a jigsaw of lives

 

survivors of age and penury

 

and the small people

flecked at by society’s tail

smile at what they can

 

one day a gentler hand

may arrange the pieces

patch the dreamy enamels

 

float the bottle into each House

rub the sides in new earnest

whisper a downpour of votes

 

if you stand into the gale

all it takes is breath

 

BIO

James Walton was a librarian, a farm labourer, and mostly a public sector union official. He is published in many anthologies, journals, and newspapers. He has been shortlisted for the ACU National Literature Prize, the MPU International Prize, The William Wantling Prize, the James Tate Prize, and is a winner of the Raw Art Review Chapbook Competition. His poetry collections include The Leviathan’s Apprentice 2015, Walking Through Fences 2018,  Unstill Mosaics 2019, and the about to be release ‘Abandoned Soliloquies.’

James Walton, reading