Blue Shropshire Poem by Alistair Graham
Blue Shropshire
I
I pluck the block
as I pass by
I journey to the kitchen door
Dorrit pees a pee
on the grass
A concentration of nitrogen
Dilute or die
Eggs are boiling
in stainless steal
Caged hens no longer free
II
My bib is stained
with suffering
III
I ignore the knife
and pluck again, the block
Crumble from wrapper
like rich compost
Fetch the crackers
from the shelf
The sofa
Little Dorrit, up
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