Alex Liberto Poems

Flight BA 558

I know how hard it is
being young
...

Tragedy means Song in Greek

That feared event
With just one bird
...

and like the sea
I shall not
find peace
in mercy
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From the back of a wardrobe
I stumbled
on another man's hunger
which I Pillaged and plundered
...

A man comes up to me
on Richmond bridge
shouting
'you're too up tight mate...
...

We teeter together
on the edge of doom
digging up limbs
dismembered
...

I know how hard
it is
being young
with the body
...