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The Bridge

Bridg

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The regiment of day
cannot drift away,
back to the cancer hospital
back to the chemo and the radio
and injections in vain,
nothing in my brain. 
It’s your loved
pnes take the strain
I recall Emile, yes,
named after Rousseau’s
eponymous hero. He hoped
it had not spread. 
Married at the weekend, his Caribbean
lilt still echoes in my head.

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◄ Born in Gaza

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