The Tyger Of Blake Poem by David Lacey

The Tyger Of Blake



The tyger of Blake lies beneath a colonial blade
What do I care?
His head above an armchair of some lecherous old major
As antique as his rifle.
Dying now, his dreams as embers
Staring into the tygers eyes
Long dead now still burning
He awaits his lesson learning.

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David Lacey

David Lacey

Middlesbrough
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