Steve Shepherd: a poem

slow riot beckett's last room spoke of his sense of self. bed, chair and desk shoes paired against the wall three books (one a dictionary) and no pictures. no clutter for sam yet most of us would be lost without it collectors all we curate our own museums every book, every LP and print explaining who we are. sam knew our museums close with us the slow riot of death playing out in the scatter and churn of inanimate artefacts and once animate cells.

Steve Shepherd writes poems and takes photographs. He used to make radio programmes, mostly jazz.