War-Time's Offshoots Poem by james watkin

War-Time's Offshoots



Having seen off each ferment, whisked
In a helmet with human blood
Steps in a force in chef's high fez
Wielding rolling pin and the spud.

Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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