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Sunday, October 6th, 2013

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8:46p
THE POET TO HER YOUNG COMRADES 12
You'll probably outlive me. Unless shot.
If things get bad, as very well they might
And we're arrested on some foggy night
I will not last on Dartmoor. Feet will rot

joints creak I'll catch the flu or fall asleep
and not wake up. This happens when you're old.
Bad food, some brutal guard, or just the cold.
They'll put me in a grave twelve inches deep.

And burn my poems. Keep them in your heart
where they belong. Admonitory advice
to learn, digest, remember. Once or twice
use them to teach. Yours is the harder part

suffer for years kept going by the hope
of seeing your tormentors choke on rope.
10:39p
THE POET TO HER YOUNG COMRADES 13
It may well be that they will kill us all.
A thousand bullets in a thousand brains
would solve most of their problems. What remains
of any opposition will soon fall

to broken hearts and age. Yet, tense, at night
they'll brood on murders missed. Fear that we'll rise
somehow from death. Their lies will glamorise
us to their shiny children. What we write

somehow survives, however much they burn.
Regrows like bindweed, underneath the ground
Your essays and my sonnets will be found
on barrows, shelves and websites. No return

for you or me, my dears. We're dead and gone.
Their children praise us. Freedom's just begun.
11:36p
THE POET TO HER YOUNG COMRADES 14
Or maybe not. Perhaps we lose. The worst
not knowing, but suspecting, as we die,
these fools have killed the world. And don't know why.
Desperate people rise up, and the first

shot down as we were, and the next. Paid thugs
kill sisters brothers hoping they'll not starve
yet do. In south and north great icebergs calve.
Floods rise. Crops fall to blight or rot or bugs.

Last child falls to last sleep pus in her eyes.
The last birds charcoal on last burning trees
Art knowledge love just ash on burning breeze
charred dust with husks of roaches, lice and flies.

Those curses true we screamed with our last breath
Dying rich men will fuck the world to death.

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