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Cold Wind
A cold wind is blowing;
It makes its way in,
It seeps through the brick
And clings to the skin.
It pierces the heart
With icy disdain
And somehow compels you
To look up again.
And when you look up
What is it you see?
No castle, no garden,
No landscape, no tree;
Just untidy death
Of industrial scale.
Now all human life
Is a second-hand sale.
Thursday 9th November 2023 5:13 pm
Lexicon
The language becomes narrower each day;
Our actions and our words decelerate.
Only in the aftermath of slaughter
Do we attempt to find the words for death:
Some words to tick the box and shrug it off,
To come to terms with our cheap cuts of guilt.
Their boy lies, unresponsive, while we live
To relish the chaos of adulthood.
Truth is complicated. Dumped in a hole,
Until j...
Monday 18th September 2023 8:19 am
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