the winter sky

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The winter sky is hungry

 

The winter sky is hungry

Waiting to take another life

The sharp North West wind

Cutting off life

 Like a knife

Through butter

Huddled in the gutter

They stutter

In sleeping bags

20 somethings

that already look

Like ancient hags.

They have seen too much life

Red in tooth and claw

It is more

 Than fragile minds and frames

Can tolerate and tame.

It is insanity run wild

We exchange inanities

Shout profanities      

Trade our morals and ethics

For fat blood stained cheques

We seem to have forgotten

What it really means

To be human.

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◄ Saturday crumpet

Francis Drake ►

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