The Fourth River

Tributaries, The New Nature: “TAGUS”

By on March 21, 2018

By Jack Westmore


the preparation,
it makes its way in from the lemon

if you head to the hills, it lives
up here, among smell of salt
and ocean-rind, behind the slow cure
of afternoon
& i, not knowing how to love

who came here not knowing how to love
— it makes its way here, with river,
with railway (the railway line too is a part
of it), with the earth from which i have come…
it has ofc many tongues
and in the distance, the bridge to which it is
tethered —
& arc-en-ciel to which it aspires —
the licking out of troubled law…


and behind the preparation, the leavening —
rising now, small angelic carpenters
that wholesome stitch our days together
then sudden
in a moment — sun! — sun presenting
its ignition, flames across
roadway & river — shedding its holography &
surface-annealing — sun and with it
a-coming volatility — & heat — & unity


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Jack Westmore is a queer poet who fixes computers in London for a living. Xe studied modern and medieval languages at the University of Cambridge, focusing on the literature of medieval France. Xe likes walking in nature, which presents hir with a world more completely other. Xe has not previously published any work.