Expediency

He looked

Austere, but inside

Seas of lead evaporated

 

Shaped inside shape

Loved inside love

 

Weak through

Pointless conversation

You are licking a biscuit as you are limping in the park

 

Seven boys and twenty-four more

And a promise of heaven

10-12-2004

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