November 13th Poem by Daniel Bowyer

November 13th



Hear the noise
The brightest whitest light you've seen
The pain is, Irrelivent in fairness
Pure black surrounds the corners
And the littlest warrior lies before me
Not a champions death nor a champions wake
The procession is blue
Celebrate the number
Not the minus dear
So please don't hold me responsible

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Daniel Bowyer

Daniel Bowyer

Leytonstone, London
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