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~ A collection of free verse poetry.

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Monthly Archives: November 2015

Bristol Circus

15 Sunday Nov 2015

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what sordid mind

conceived this pit?

contagious office blocks stand sentinel, stare down
where night and day and subway meet:

walls scrawled with epithet,
they stole our freedom to hope
beds of filthy coats, picked at by rats.
lines of soles worn thin,
nowhere to go but inside

somewhere, a child’s cries are drowned.

through blood soaked tunnels
voices rise, hoarse with discontent,
slurred in heroin mist, they seek
to be alone

human beings pass quickly
with fixed stares, sidestep
this collapsed world,
where a city’s scarred come to bleed,

a bohemian congregation
who reached the gates of heaven

and found them locked.

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