comes the lens it’s
foul /
/ food for paupers we are pull
the rope a dull bell to peter
welcome mary / all
/ hail thrice
the exiles walk
a centre & this
is real
lies a game away the
whole inhabit they are / the
/ holy
abandoned shuffle & not
for alms officially unnoticed just
another beggars in posterity
Reuben Woolley
Montage: Claire Palmer
An excellent image for the poem, Claire! Thanks.
Comment by Reuben Woolley on 10 August, 2019 at 11:04 amMost welcome Reuben, great poem.
Comment by Claire on 11 August, 2019 at 12:50 pm