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Miranda

Miranda I think of the world, The sudden violence and the angry mobs The despots and the samurai, the warlords and armies Edifices of skulls, fortresses of twisted metal The shadows of children left  smeared on walls and ramparts I thought … Continue reading

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Show your Wound

I am re blogging this in memory of Gustav Metzger  who tried to show us what we are and asked us  ‘Can we change?’ artwork by Veronica Aldous copyright 2017 not to be reproduced. Silkscreen and digital print on silk … Continue reading

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War Baby

War Baby There is so much sadness in this dusty child Not enough skin to wrap around, protect us From such sights as these To which god shall we pray? They say, inevitability, casualty Not ours, so why should we care? … Continue reading

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The Reptiles

Down that tight corridor like eel slippage With the weight of the dust and the gold I have pinched From the green room, which will likely turn Acid. The reptiles have given me an ultimatum They are calling in their forty per cent Mortal is weary … Continue reading

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