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Three Times
Three Times
On a thunderous evening
In the still of the storm,
We bounce our baubles of time-passed
Upon tables animated by waved forks,
Dis investing the plates
Of their succulence and garnish.
In the chilly morning, outside
We say again, “Autumn is here”,
Putting away our ideas
Of what the world should become.
We break the earth and rake together
The...
Friday 7th June 2019 11:35 am
Golgotha
Golgotha
Under a northern sky,
the colour of slate,
the bones of our fathers
crunch underfoot
as we climb the hill
to reach the cross
of judgement
at the summit.
Know your place
child of mill worker,
miner, steel worker,
know your place -
for you are not
of our class,
you have no education
at our schools
and univer...
Friday 16th August 2013 10:47 pm
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