Chris McCabe was born in Liverpool in 1977, grew up there and studied for a degree in Literary Studies at the University of Central Lancashire in Preston. He moved to London when he was twenty-four, and now works as a Joint Librarian at the Poetry Library on the South Bank. He has published poems in a number of places including Poetry Salzburg Review, Shearsman, Magma and Poetry Review. His first collection, The Hutton Inquiry, was published by Salt in 2005. This includes a sequence of poems that chronicle the circumstances surrounding the death of government science advisor Dr David Kelly in 2003 and Britain’s involvement in the war in Iraq.
I put a buttercup under my chin & yellow vans go past -
some say RENEW GLASS, others SASH WINDOWS.
USB cables & leads run through my copy of Sophocles -
Oedipus : this is a sign, the pact seals my fate.
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She woke me from a pollen sleep to tell me it would be a day of peace.
These hardships, spoke the sun, give us another chance :
the first bionic sea-creature only made the news
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We grabbed the handles of the shimmering zimmer of chance -
someone offered a box of matches called LEMON BLUE
from the stall that sold flint wheels attached to plastic steps
ridged to a range of coloured cylinders of gas. I cursed
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Walked four miles to give 3,000 to the estate agents.
After the wait at the east end checkout we eat
jam sandwiches in the bluebottle static of the cemetery.
The child was named Mr Schmiggles, his forefinger
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