Piercing the friendly chatter
Amongst those gathered in the foyer
She scoffed, ‘You hardly ate any of it!’
Referring to a lasagne
She’d made for him last Summer
All eyes were nervously averting
Until a saviour evoked the sunny weather
And new patter washed over
The bloody dagger in his stomach
Where his hunger for more pasta remained
- c. h. 22nd September 2019
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Take my heart - The conscripted children, All puffed up in the photograph Holding guns for God Take my heart too - The nonagenarian ...
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What will your generation be remembered for? We were lost. Is that something to be remembered for? I’m not sure. - c. h. 21st March 2019
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