Tag: poem
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To the numbing heart…
O, you burdened heart,Don’t numb now;There’s much to pump out,Into the vessels, the living leaves that fall. Listen close, there’s much for you to hear:In the scraping of some steel, In the seller’s scheming speech;You, too, are a part of me. And though you may quiver, See the faintest of shivers,In the neighbour’s greeting smile,…
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Millstones
So you are flesh and bone, Taut, and tired so, The fabric itches where it was sewn, Burns and pricks the skin you own. You’re on the go, and all alone, What for? You may never know;Waiting to transcend to some Home, All whilst tethered by more millstones. You should’ve shown, back then, When dawn…
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What lies past the curtain?
What lies past the curtain? Machine-cut headstones, or uncanny brows? Butcher bags, or our neighbour’s best guess? You. I can see your shadow on my grave: Puce ears, stained skin. You clear yesterday’s rubbish, Left by some Rock-raved, unwary kid— Polish the dimensions, caress the crest; Think, remember: unwashed trays in the scullery, A room…
