Tag: death
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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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