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Ben Barton

Ben Barton is a queer poet based in Folkestone, England. For over a decade he has had a voice in the small presses, publishing hundreds of poems on both sides of the Atlantic. Recently called "one of Britain's most promising young poets" by Three Lights, his critically-acclaimed first collection was The Red Book. To visit his site click here and to read a review click here. To purchase his book click on the cover: If you can use paypal add the item to the orange cart...


The forgotten birth after me,
a pair,
was my twin.
Ignored; they stared at me
but not him.
Wail and distress,
I moved with
the splashed white.

But he never.
My fingers twitched,
he was still.
I was bathed,
but he was shut away
in the morgue
Remember me, my brother too,
a pair.
Like the midwife did
when she smiled.
But he never smiled,
he never did.

I was wrapped in the
white shawl.
He was wrapped in the
white coffin and sunk,
while I rose.
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