Alistair Graham

Freshman - 591 Points (Belfast)

A 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

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