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Erosion of memory
I cannot remember now, If the banyan or the matriarchFell first. I cannot remember when,The old house fell and the new oneTook its place. I cannot remember when, The gravel pathway was paved,And cold comfort took home. I cannot remember when, I could not recognise the placeThat did not judge tears shed in grief. And…
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Poetry | Pilferage
Pilferage In the sun, the rain, everyday She stood in wait, to be taken away. Her guide, her master, the charioteer Embraced the breath that choked the year; He will never touch her insides again. They eyed her livery, the passers-by. With the months, they knew There was no one to call her their own.…
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Poetry | Children of garbage
Children of garbage, Sons of trash, Come one, come all. Witness the slow carnage. Crisps are eaten at dusk, In the morn they are forgotten. Their polyethylene carcass, Undecaying moultings.. A gift to posterity. Clothes outlast the skin of man, Now clothe the mother, Mire her in poverty Bedraggled, like her children Of garbage.
