GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
Katherine Horrex - Parliament, Fallen
Edited by JODY PORTER
Parliament, Fallen
After Park Hill Flats, Sheffield
We can afford to know nothing
beyond its concrete, the concatenate
glower of windows.
The street below is a shortcut
for us, though we hate being dripped on
by clothes horse balconies.
Looking up means a view
through a dark kaleidoscope,
where leaden basslines beat
at the air inside with all the thunder of hives.
It calls to mind the shuttered
instability of hearts.
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