Order of Things

Order of Things

 

Edge of the known world

there’s a roped-off doorway

 

leading to the Centre for the Study

of Surrealism and its Legacy. Locked door-

 

I can go no further. Peering through the glass

my imagined sister Hazel slides this poem

 

through the letter box: the whole shebang

drops into focus as a metaphor

 

for the ideal museum.

Badgers are moving the goalposts.