I Am The Slotted Man Poem by Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Lawrie Stuart Ronton

An Industrial City in a shoddily assembled one-floored house.

I Am The Slotted Man



I am the slotted man,
with trees on his head.
Whilst the bird sings,
i stare at the sky.

With the tribe,
and the knive,
He not good fellow!
What art you thee?
My wilde eskimo childe.
In the Nile.

The slotted man is a clam,
The tribunal not exam
Lest exclan mest, Ahan.
Let them spear your thoughts,
with silver rapid paper.

Est Mar Zild.

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Lawrie Stuart Ronton

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An Industrial City in a shoddily assembled one-floored house.
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