Helen Is Finally Faceless - Poem by mark littler
Helen needs no costume
She swims across to cold acres
To hit the dead
We found her in crack sharp earth
Sad and cut to the middle
We cannot fight this prince!
We cannot stand against this city!
Send Helen back to them
One day we too shall love
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