Poetry

Seven accidents

i
one leg at a stark angle, some drunk lass
pointlessly stroking his motorbike gear

ii
the classic pissed cut to the finger,
something white showing through

iii
a wet knife standing flag-proud
in the top of her bare foot

iv
pressing out biscuits with a champagne flute
the stem leaps up between her bones  

v
holding hands across their two bikes
when she slips and lacerates her palm

vi
unconscious below the platform,
his finger de-gloved to the wedding ring

vii
the amniocentesis
that pierces their unborn child