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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...

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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...

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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...

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