any word could go hereabouts
in its right place everything
fowls the bright morn greens
you will foot this war we plan
to be seen to plan you for
the enemy shots mow the
meadows the cuckoo calls
drones to the hearth an owl
slips noiseless across our
oral past long sentence cut
to fit the postcard obscenic
the strand land mcgill quicks
cook ready brexit the peeling
skin smell of bacon licks
the dunes the kid nestles
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Keith Jebb
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