Friday, 27 March 2009

From "Unsung"

By Rod Mengham.

A colony, whereabouts unknown, until
the man whose wife the apple

gets more sick, fits in
a brave promise to remember

its citadel, where night falls in one bound
not to distrub the President Hoof

who is plunged in sleep; in the blank dark
you at the back, confess your part

in the crazy flight of Icarus
over summitless mountains:

you broke a lung from his not stopping [...]

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