An Agincourt of pricks

Jabs from every quarter

Arms dangling needles

Syringes kill slaughter

Hypodermic intrusions

Violate sanctifed skin

That or get coronavirus

Either way you cant win

Why no virtual jab yet?

Just download vaccine

Saves on poison darts

That made me go green

Flu prick is bad enough

Arm ached like a bugger

Like being arrowed ...

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Sometimes, inspiration and imagination have strange effects.

De Jeune

Swallows dive, swoon

like wind-swayed ink drops

down, and beyond the light:

swallowed by the sky,

flown blue, over

road-birds – honed

by simple flight.

Like arrows in Canada

in thunderhead afternoons:

clouds rolling, rutting hinds

in migration, pounding sand-trails,

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