Bill Mitton

It is how we are and who we are
that we live out here on the edge
the ragged rim of the world
It’s the nature of our vice
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In the noise and dust of that dark day
When pain and anger mingled.
Where Love was driven on with whips and jeers
shouldering the oppressive burden of a sinful world.
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A Father's Medals World War One
The wrist band from a stillborn son
The first picture of the two (now three)
An Old Irish Fiddle, Left to me
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Throw off the soft cheeks of childhood
But not the joy nor laughter.
Let not the dragon's roar
stop your eyes and ears.
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I am a man of two green islands
Which by unhappy force and nature
Have become home to five peoples
Not that these people are different
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In your eye’s the child
never ends,
nor should it
Oh the limbs grow,
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You who were the 'Chosen',
you who suffered long.
You who wore the yellow star,
The victims of great wrongs.
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YOUNG SONS
A mother takes down a photo
And she holds it to her breast
Just has she’d done the child it shows
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I saw him briefly once,
like a three dimensional
shadow on the lake.
And I was breathless in
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There are no giants, save for egos.
We all enter the world,
to the fanfare of our own wailing
and the cries of our mother'snatal pain.
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He sat and cocked his head
so that his eyes seemed almost
vertical.
Unfortunately
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In fashioning Stone to give a song in every turning,
by giving flow to glass that is not molten,
placing a dancing step within a twist of steel,
bringing life and warmth to wood long dead,
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What did I think was I doing here?
This was no old man*s cruise.
These waves belonged to the
Fresh faced, twenty something, sailors.
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On days like these there is no other song
just the soft duet of gull and sea
no perfume sweeter than the scent
of salt upon the warm gentle breeze
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It’s quite a simple thing to do
just between gravity
And you.
Natural laws are binding?
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Much like any other God
most people
never saw him coming.
Yet when he spoke
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Albert Potter isn't dead
It were just a bloody lie
In fact, apart from athlete's foot
he's as fit as you or I
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And the barbed wire never ceases
And the craters never fill.
The guns are made and the guns are sold
And in the end they kill.
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I hear her cry, once again, she is alone.
Once again natures clock dictates a mate.
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God's dog he barketh never
His tail is ever still
For heaven hath no cats to taunt
Nor rabbits yet to kill
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