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.
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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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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.
...
I was brought up
in a lost time
when a liberal
education
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The season of butterflies is the season of dragonflies
Hovering in a breeze that controls their fate.
Seen like that, trying to keep control, but edging forward,
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I dreamed of the snowmaiden,
white and soft,
of endless warmth
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News from home is very scarce
all hell and heaven lie in grains of knowledge
we glean from passing conversations
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