Missed, The Sleepers - Poem by Christopher Withers
coherency gleaned from light and glitter,
shaped by mothers hand.
school imbued with a'pproved knowledge:
our fathers land.
a truth: awareness, gazing out
turned on its unself,
now reduced to mundane span,
as bound mind, as bound hand,
surveys the dirt,
missed the land.
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