& when i get a little hungry
he could give me all i could eat,
& if i needed whisky,
he could serve it to me neat.
i'm so bored of cowards.
he could give me all i could eat,
& if i needed whisky,
he could serve it to me neat.
i'm so bored of cowards.
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In this new picture your smile has been to war
You are almost obscured by other faces
on the pages
those shadows are sisters
who have not yet spoken
your face is in the shadow
obscured by the half-dark
by the thick bars running across your eyes
like sentinels
all the baby fat has been burned away
like a luxery your body let go
reluctantly
the corners of your mouth turn down
I cannot look into your eyes
who are all these others
behind you........
I dream of your freedom
as my victory