Brian Routh

Rookie - 0 Points (9th March 1948 / Gateshead, County Durham)

The Last Machines - Poem by Brian Routh

Strangled in my youth
gulped shut
silent nerves shaking

don't try to tell them
leave them be
to be
in consequence
the last machines

running naked
breaking bottles
sirens blazing
guns popping

live and learn
die and forget


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 27, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 27, 2005


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