(with sympathy for Sophie)
And only a rib of Adam to shoulder!
No more than seven-stone, soaked.
Unconvincingly posturing Custer
against a falling down boulder, tanked
and gravitating to the mirrors
hung in front of his every Eurydice
and those would-be's, should-be's
all-telling Sophie: He's looking to lose
Himself, a lunge learnt of starvation.
His sickening sequestration shadows an army
Already fallen come morning.
- Tom Hollingworth, 26th January 2010
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I A mousy paw In a bucket bag of cuddly bears Strutting by streetlight And victory in summertime England heavy on Holloway Road The paving s... -
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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