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Middle Class Blues
We can't complain.
We're not out of work.
We don't go hungry.
We eat.
A Song For Those Who Know
Something must be done right away
that much we know
but of course it's too soon to act
but of course it's too late in the day
The Great Goddess
She works away day and night,
bent over her darning-egg,
an end of thread between her lips,
mending all manner ofthings.
For The Sixth Form Reader
don't read odes, my son, read time tables:
they're more exact. unroll the sea charts
before it's too late. be vigilant, don't sing.
the day will come they nail lists to the gate
The Visit
When I looked up from my blank page
there was an angel in the room.
A rather common place angel,
presumably of lower rank.
To All Telephone Subscribers
something that has no colour, something
that smells of nothing, something tenacious
is dripping from the amplifier bureaus,
is hardening into the seams of time

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