Tag: death
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WOLF LUCK
Bloodlust of a famished wolfpack Attacking reckless ruthless abandon Flesh abandons bone Floundering in blood which fountains out of the shot through Flowering of lead-showered shoots Tendons like pink vinculum in a camp kid’s sum book Back to fang, rock, ape rage, tech stone age.
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Bombs in Billets
Mr Burke from Battersea has an early start Up with larks, ensuring binmen do their jobs If you spy him circuiting the park he is warden of, and try stalking past him He will shout as if you had not seen him and were keen to stop and talk He bellows about battle Overseas retreats…
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Weight of Mind Weight of Mine
Thought-distended mind of mine, is there no end; no funeral-knelling bell Balrog-housing mine, tomb of Balin son of Fundin Warmed to a mull, the mulling agent bubbles like rice boiling the Asian Potato I say so Mug updrunked eclipsed the sun, sulking in my cups, sullen sulcus succour-seeking Will no one cheer the King, soul-sucking…
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World-Smashing Rockets
Thor’s Hammer Mjolnir wielded, shaken like a gargling baby’s gargantuan rattle Two on night watch, dire sentries crotch-grabbing and watch-watching, hawk-gozzing Camera-bellied spyplanes like agile goshawks somersaulting above a shell-assaulted salient Alien in aspect replete with asphyxiating atmosphere and fearful androids Powerful as Greek androgynes the war machines, interfering at genetic levels netting the prizes…
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Hollow Now
You, finest mummer, around whom the glum blubbered with laughter Ready applause at your coming and silence reigning after When you died, that part of me for you alone died too Bikes like ready horses ahead a sluggish hearse, mired by grief Chief among us, bright-headed kindest, admired by all. In the pub an altar…
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Loss
I remember how much half-smiling teachers loathed your interruptions I remember eruptions of laughter every time you spoke I remember buying weed from you, smoking it in the lane There are more good times than I now can remember in the haze of days We spent blazing in what seemed like hazy endless summers, pondering…
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Death Brief Visitor
We who survive you do so begrudgingly, we the unsmiling Like a triumph spining along the road Lumps in throats blown noses Family read words they wrote, tears spatter coats Words more beautiful than merits so doleful a day, their voices did not break But rang out in elation and sang to broken hearts Music…
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Funeral of a Friend
Fearless grief fleeing and spending me in company Tears falling fleet as frontliners, sheeting down to blot my collar My wife’s hand on my back lending succour Colour-bereft black column watching a bike wheel conjure white smoke as at a Pope’s election Directing my quill, tears salt my cheek in pink streaks You have arrived…
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Execution, Noble Death of Martyr Sparks Tears on Mary’s Cheek
Red the rod of punishment, testament to our eventual end Commencing with a rain of descending shells wailing like Djinn A long reign of hell unto ceaseless bloodshed Welcoming easeful death Deck slick with blood Red as runover berry punnets Yield of past melees vast upon Avast ye, cast eyes upon bold bastard William Turner…
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Deaths Less Remembered Blood Debts As Yet Untendered
Willy Mulcahy they put him to the lash, dashed through his door burnt out the gaff Laughed while flames ate at Hyena gnashers ag gáire, waited to piss upon the ash Ask where’s the cash, Paddy He answers in Irish, they answer in rifle He is tied up to the ash tree, bashed with gun…