You knocked
Too quietly
Upon my door
Whispered
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Little Boy Drowned
A Response to the Death of Aylan Kurdi
You did not deserve to die in the coldness of water,
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Those days,
Once extant are,
In Autumn, like
Defoliating trees
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A travers la terreur
Ils peuvent chercher à nous diviser
Et combattre notre liberté
Pour contredire la démocratie
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What you see is
Not what you get
One does not exist
In isolation
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Those Saxon days,
Such history,
Long past,
Is captured there -
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As any artist might, I aspire to capture an old friend,
Not in broad, flaming brushstrokes, full-loaded with colour,
But plainly, unequivocally, in black and white,
Simple words on paper, strokes of an ineloquent pen.
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