Just as the body
alongside the legs
is gone, so is
the world below.
So here, 
in the middle
of no place
you ask
how do I know
it’s the middle?


Our baby hums 
before sleep,
eyes slits,
eyelashes already
full formed.
Here, legs
as eyelashes.
A remnant left
to guard the eye,
as there were only
a few legionnaires 
when the barbarians 

Peter Waldor | Mudlark No. 36
Contents | Leg Paint 43/44