Crispin Best
From the train you see into the homes
of the rich. Given time, even babies grow.
Carrots go bendy on the shelf. The half-frozen
field will thaw. Peanut butter comes and goes.
Elephants understand themselves in ways
we cannot fully grasp. And whatever else
you do, please try not to hurt the moths.
They belong to the landlord.
There is a youth that you grow into.
What goes up must go up. The fear
finds us at our happy ends nonetheless.
The unchecked magic of just dying.
Look at that, inserted here
as if an article of charity.
Crispin Best was born and lives in London. His most recent book was Hello.
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