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Power and Conflict Poetry Quotations 2/3

created May 12th, 10:20 by 0rion316



185 words
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spools of suffering
Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh.
All flesh is grass.
Rural England.
children in a nightmare heat
half-formed ghost
agonies in black and white
Sunday's supplement
prick with tears between the bath and pre-lunch beers
Bandage up me eye  
Blind me to me own identity
Toussaint de beacon
hopeful stream
healing star
yellow sunrise
carving out me own identity
it may be sick with tyrants, but I am branded by an impression of sunlight
time rolls its tanks
like a hollow doll
I have no passport, there's no way back at all
My city takes me dancing
accuse me... circle me
My city hides behind me
full of powerful incantations
one-way journey into history
strung out like bunting
pearl-grey pebbles
Grandfather's boat
List of fish
dark prince, muscular, dangerous
as though he no longer existed
which had been the better way to die
We are prepared
no stacks... that can be lost
no trees, no natural shelter
Exploding comfortably
spits like a tame cat Turned savage
Space is a salvo.
bombarded by the empty air.
huge nothing that we fear.

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