Quentin Skinner, reed-like, in acid soil.
Head and body: a domain.
Authority made flesh, made mine: ours.
Sovereign song, Dangerous Quintus, five-fifths a State
Greyed by dust: pearlescent, coruscate.
A Divine sight of things, springs: Quentin.
Mine. Stop time!
Drag me into the modern and I will wither away.
ode to the state from quentin skinner
georgie carr is a writer and researcher whose work has been featured in Another Gaze, Ceasefire Magazine and The Quietus.