Thursday, 16 December 2010

Gerry Loose - Poems from 'fault line' (7)


two ghettos dreaming
separated by wire
a dream at the front
a dream at the back which
buoys the world
the hinds the hinds
time perhaps to sing


watch the flower rise
as it drinks
sit quietly
it happens
were you on the hill
by the lochan
of concealed soldiers
whisper this one herb

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