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Friday, 27 September 2019

Herded stories

Bottle fed, unpacified young
rattled head, misplaced wrong
battle red, bass-lined song
unsettled dead, unspoken far too long
trample on ahead, with nowhere to belong
sample thy daily bread, 'pon the starving swollen cattled tongues
ample seed birth amply bred,
for young tongues belong to songs sung on a generational long wrong.