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Memorial Park
A bronze, winged man holding an olive branch
emerges from his fountain and war-torn stance
Deco fence reflects St. Johns River ripples
Cotton tops reveal taut nipples
Weary jogger sucks the air
Bluejay announces his high-n-mighty affair
Golden Pup sniffs the grass for savory gems
His human on her phone fights for amends
River sparkles do a dance m...
Wednesday 23rd March 2022 1:33 am
It Is Nothing
But one single bullet, from barrel to throat,
Choked and opened the wounds of the world,
Unfurled in the seat of a phaeton,
Played on like the most tragic of tragedies,
Greek in essence but eastern in substance,
As Sophie wilts in the lap of Austria,
A single shot through the heart of a continent,
The blood racing fast to the carriage beneath,
Signals the start of relentless war lines,
It...
Monday 28th July 2014 11:51 pm
Shot at Dawn
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At nineteen you were still a child
hopping off to an aggrandised war
filled with romantic and exuberant air
At nineteen you travelled over the channel
to Mons, by the Belgian border marching
there receiving the horrors of humiliated retreat
At nineteen you went missing
first in Dublin taking leave wi...
Monday 25th April 2011 11:52 am
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