Matthew Martin Poems

We'll have our reckoning day.
We'll plough our decapitated nemeses into the paddy,
Fodder for the nettles and rhubarb crowns.
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Frozen fields
Frost that peels
The skin from the teeth
And the veins from the leaf
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In Tiny Church Yards

Lichen swarm
And wait in ambush
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Nanny

Word is wood
Love is ash
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BUSH FIRE

Acres of corn
Stand tall
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