Eustace Dunn Poems

With tearful looks in my eyes,
I still see the world’s spies.
Their mockery spat on my name
Like a sane man that was lame.
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As a child adores a crib,
So also I cherish my rib
She's my rib
Because she's my solace
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I beckon on you to come
I am the grave your home
Do not crave any doubt
Because you know your life is a bout.
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Down the shores of the Niger
They came like the taste of ginger
Roaring the sound of a tiger
They came carrying their unseen digger
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Nineteen fourteen,
Shaw started one great thing.
Yes! It was Flora Shaw,
Even when we were not sure,
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Where could you be by now?
Where would you find me and how?
I really want to run in your arms.
Even if you are dead,
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In the wee hours of a Monday morning in March
The room in Pembury was the coolest.
Eyes were not ready to befriend the rising sun.
Through the window it was no fairytale,
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The shocking news came like a mocking thunder
Making us run helter-skelter without a helper.
We began to ponder as others looked for shelter.
It pierced into our hearts like a piece of matter
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