Victoria Passed

Rating: 5.0

through Kings Cross. no stops. feint
smoke odours. eerie empty horror

twilight. twelve people look up,
eyes shift, lips purse.

ipod-mobile-newspaper lulled far
from bits of flesh. rubble twitch begging,

please, a silent moment! my son’s jaws
work at my breast. terrorise

on our way to the dentist. milk drunk
eyelashes kiss cheeks.

limbs dead in my arms.

07/08/05

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James B. Earley 12 August 2008

A passionate mesage of tenderness.....only a mother's love can bring!

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