ROB MCGONIGAL

 

A Dinner Party of Ghosts

 

Students take note
every corpse is 1.5kg of phosphorus.

A dinner party served on broken china.
Four comb-overs and wigs breeze by.

Degenerate art
is a tie, flying like a kite.

Miss Grey learnt to speak in the garden
she especially liked the pick-axe.

The telephone tells me Anne is moving south
to teach languages she has never spoken.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rob McGonigal is a Wellington student and writer, who completed the poetry workshop earlier in the year at Victoria University.

 

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