Am I reaching the pale stretch home now?
Wire-lines are confused and a complex pattern
Is weaving its changing way past scrapyards
And ghost-inhabited derelict stations.
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I was brought up
in a lost time
when a liberal
education
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A strident stir through dust and history,
Clambering, mistakenly, up forgotten paths,
I reached the summit among the mountains
And rested on stonework pillaged by generations.
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On the night that they hanged Saddam Hussein
We were not speaking.
Weary and bored, not least by the high winds,
We were barely curious, our attention
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Am I reaching the pale stretch home now?
Wire-lines are confused and a complex pattern
Is weaving its changing way past scrapyards
And ghost-inhabited derelict stations.
...
Late night TV is not generally for me.
The sight of Baddiel and Skinner on a set
Never rouses me to ecstasy
Or, at least, it hasn't yet
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The New Establishment is very well-meaning,
Believes in Democracy, holds itself Accountable to the People,
Gathers in Evidence
To re-mould the Truth about itself,
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Old age is
When the winter is never-ending
And bones groan through
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As the sun goes down behind the western ridge
And laughter comes from the feasted circle,
As rice and Mekhong whisky flow
And dogs await the issuing of bones,
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Let me get the tone just right: KAB-BEE.
So brief, but strong, the word I shall use
For what in English we call dragonflies.
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