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EXECUTION OF THE INNONCENTS

BROWN MUD NEST

SOFT FEATHER BED

YELLOW BEAKS

YOUNG

MOUTHS OPEN

ANXIOUS FOR FOOD

BABIES

THEN AN ORDINARY HAPPY LAD

GENTLY LIFTS THE NEST DOWN

SOUNDS OF CHIRPING

AS HE LAID IT DOWN

SECURELY

ON THE RAILWAY LINE

THE TRAIN CAME

A LONG SILENCE

IT WAS OVER

THE EXECUTION OF THE INNOCENTS

THE BOY CHEERED

I HIT HIM

THE OTHERS HIT ME

I WENT HOME CRYING.

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Categorized as Poems

I HAVE AN OFFICE

I HAVE AN OFFICE BESIDE THE CANAL

BESIDE A WATERWAY

BESIDE THE PECH AND BREAM

WHERE WATERHEN AND DUCK

MAKE A CIRCLE

AND GULLS THROW AN ECHOE INTO THE HOUSES

I HAVE A PACE TO GO

WHEN PRESSURE BUILDS

WHERE ROBIN FILLS MY FEET WITH LIGHT

AND FINCHES FLY IN RYTHEM OVERHEAD

WHERE LEAVES TURN MIST INTO TEARS

AND I CAN ROLL MYSELF

IN THE APRON OF THE BLACKBIRD.

Published
Categorized as Poems
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