Bronze mining - new confessional poem

Bronze mine

I caved again

went mining for the gold

buried at the centre

of an ocean of foil

wrinkled as my desire

inert as my lust

for sister/ or daughter

accused by my being

an actor a player

born of fury

splitting the guilty parts

of my mother

terrified by my father

necessarily near

I couldn’t be further than

a rapist/ barely a lover

would I make

and then only if there could be

a chemistry more strong

than the ones I inhale

some far worse than

the other

Kenneth Williams my anchor

the comedy actor

and professional prude

I’ve no need

now I’ve arrived

as I have caved

now I draw breath/ now I dive

beneath the bronze

under the lines

I run like blood

over the foil

rumpled like land

seen from above

I give with love

and I take

the ocean

an afternoon stretched out like

a spread-eagled glove

woven over the brain

ensconcing the heart

and taking slowly

over

the ministry the art of running

slower as you get older

far more focused

the bends

the roads you take

you living thing

you suicide

survivor