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Caitlin said……

the journey on which he went
was pre-paid in many installments
of lung and kidney, arterial stricture

That huge elephantine anger went too
leaving an empty room, a birdless covert

Do malcontents settle in transit
they wondered, the beaters, the shots
such a very angled life, amazed

With shattered glass and shop dummy corpses
tide-stranded each successive equinoctial ebb
until the final exit, no staging

Woodpigeon clattered at dusk’s disturbance
coal chute rattling cellarwards
raising a black sulphurous fug of diamonds

and leaving a single descending feather of white

© Stephen P B West 2012

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