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Necks
not many there today to see him go
curtain opens up and away he slides
soon its back to scissors and comb
my specialty is short back and sides
increasingly I'm tempted by necks
a cut-throat razor in my right hand
so vulnerable with arteries bulging
I cannot expect you to understand
yet I'm no modern sweeney todd
its doing the embalming at night
the danger of...
Thursday 15th July 2021 11:18 am
At the Grave
As the rains came we followed
As the rains fell we listened
And walked towards the minister,
Passing by the dark grave wherein she lies,
To drop another daffodil, a final kiss from life,
On the pale box below.
And on, to cluster round beneath the trees
Circling the family, rooted by some strange harmony
Of communion: a drifting mass lost in loss.
On the hillside, as the ...
Monday 2nd April 2018 3:04 pm
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