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Alistair Graham Poems
- Black Death That of God in every man, can you see it? Pull ...
- It's Always Stinking Outside I Yesterday rain tumbled down...
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- Fifty Sheets Of Grey I put my neck on the line for ...
- Headquarters I hear them Upstairs in my head Moving stuff ...
- Ally Ally Oh If Titanic skin was our skin the question I’m...
Poet and short story writer.
Lives in Belfast.
This is a small sample of early poetry from two published books. Please tap the Facebook like button on any poem to share or the option to email to a friend. Thank you.
Acknowledgements:
Thanks to the editors of the following journals and anthologies where some of my poems and short stories have been ... more »
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Black Death
That of God in every man, can you see it?
Pull back the yellow stained curtains;
chisel out the crusted mess from your eyes
collect the stinking garments, bring them to the fire
scramble over the self-erected barricades
begin the journey to the land that bears fruit
The scales and blinkers will spring away
and down, like giant hale stones descending
onto a drum, stretched with lambskin.
Skin, bloodied and scarred by searing juices on lit coals -
a sour breath from mouths sucking on vinegar sponges -
a congregation of Protestant and Catholic ...
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