Issue 17 – Winter 2010 – Ian Seed

Ian Seed


Risk, and for the present

for Jeremy Over

our olive warning of destruction, moths and flying
                                             towards the Italian border
glowed in my hand yet gave off no heat
                                             we are safe, but any security
the butcher found pleasant our heads themselves
                                             we discover as we go along
the severed insects, the raw meat in our little pocket
                                             fearful shapes which
subject to a disease, a night peopled with
                                             the pleasure of cutting up
terraces loped all my being, almost everyone
                                             between the sky
beautiful as long as it remains untenable 
                                             scramble to heaven 
having loved enough on the light-flooded floor 
                                             what’s it to you
unmade, forced to relocate with the dust of death



Ian Seed is editor of He teaches at the University of Cumbria in northern England. His first-full length collection of poems is Anonymous Intruder, published in 2009 by Shearsman books. The book is reviewed here in Jacket: