ABSENCE
In the feast of fortune, anti-climax
always wins; the hounds are running
'round the tree-stump and I am standing
in the cold. My mother, it was always
certain, said to me 'Do as you're told.'
She could have skipped the warning.
I already knew those maneuvers.
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The Bon-Venu Hospital is being
taken down - I see windows and
glass falling, and old doorways now
covered in wood. Some workmen
eat their lunches while leaning on
the pillars : 1910 or 1920, I'd now
hazard a lowly guess.
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I can tell already I do not like
those boys : their sneer, the happy,
stupid attitude, the plain stupidity
on display. Everywhere I go, it
seems, to them it has been given
to take our world away.
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