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Sunday, 5 June 2011

Fair Sport

the dead-eyed stars with stones for guts
hunt refugees, and dispossessed
they silent march
through fields of flies...
who leave the road to lick their cuts
while children trudge on, ten abreast
ground down beneath
carnassial skies...
a lucky few escape the ruts
to find the earth, oblivion-blessed.
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