For Kurt Schwitters

Schwitters was a builder

never needed a permit to clear up the site

never took sundays off
from an unbroken line

headed out with seaweed and shells
bits of glass – string wire nails

gathered existence simply

from what was found to be seen.

Schwitters was a builder

carried the heavy lumber himself

in that same part of the truth

lying salvaged in so many black hearts

stacked in hollows – grouped

beside plans for some other corner to come –

could have stood more gratitude though
more something or other.

Schwitters was a builder

don’t mention a word he whispered

to the one or two that almost got it
turning left along the next worn track

pressing upwards for love.



Phil Bowen
Picture Kurt Schwitters

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