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.