Hung out to Dry

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Altitudes unfigured

Adroitly measured

Doubling in the distance

 

Peering into scenes

From ancient books

 

Ripening in prophesises

Trespassing on our future

 

Buried under bent grass

 

Hung high even now

Even in the shadows

 

Creaking into silence

Like going out to your own funeral

Left out to dry.

 

 

(For Michael Gove - wrote after reading this article)

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