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February 2016 Collage Poem
Jesus went for a rather long walk
Through magpie faeces to the slaughterhouse
In the stench of hate
Hanging with religious gangrene
Cushioned in silent landscapes
Immersed silently with broken hope
Put away like broken dishes
A poetic riddle told what it could be,
Branches creaking like hands clapping
To the answer given.
Monday 8th February 2016 10:10 pm
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