Brian Dodds

Rookie - 0 Points (Northern ireland)

Sunday In Sandwell Valley - Poem by Brian Dodds

walked around the lake watched
it whipped like forked egg-white peaks

by a bitter wind enemy of bald heads
the dog tried to savage a canada goose

your mouth twitched nervously I abruptly
had an image of christ on the cross

could feel the agony realised
all of a sudden felt my left hand

clutching a fistful of nails
my right a heavy hammer

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2005



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