Helen Is Finally Faceless Poem by mark littler

Helen Is Finally Faceless



Helen needs no costume
She swims across to cold acres
To hit the dead

We found her in crack sharp earth
Sad and cut to the middle

We cannot fight this prince!
We cannot stand against this city!

Send Helen back to them
One day we too shall love

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