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NIGEL
Poems
Jun 2020
The Waif's End in the City
The Waif’s End in the City
What had he said?
Damp duvet drags
Upon a bed for the dead;
New morning for hags.
Outside, the clean-
Scurrying on
Past her, the unseen
Fallen swan.
A warm cigarette,
(‘Smoking Kills’
But, no threat
To fish denied gills.)
A cold cafe;
***** dope for money,
Bright colors from grey.
(Dying seemed funny.)
Can’t live
With no respect.
He won’t forgive
A life wrecked.
Canary yellow,
Parasols in play.
Elsewhere is mellow,
Hyde Park is clay.
A Little Match Girl
In a ladies’ toilet;
Abandoned pearl
With a cold sweat.
I saw a new grave.
I heard a man phone.
Green men couldn’t save
An eighteen year old crone.
A small crowd gathered:
They spoke of shame,
Of sullied blood,
Of a girl with no name.
Words stained with pity
Are all that remain.
Her tomb a cold city,
Its voice her last pain.
Written by
NIGEL
CWMBRAN
(CWMBRAN)
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