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Bomb

Collected around the cafe  tables

The normal folk of many labels:

Emily is a district nurse

getting 10p from her purse;

Steve, a school inspector

is worrying about the public sector;

Javed, a curry house chef

is annoyed at last night's football ref;

Karen just made head of service

Truth be told she's pretty nervous;

Imogen's fork falls on the floor

Her teeth are  splintered from her jaw

Dust, the silent din

Flying hurtling lances

Punctured skin

Alarm light dances

Life caves in

Misfortune chances

Explosive sin

A coward glances

 

Emily was my district nurse.

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Apr 28, 2010
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