Lunch

A slice of ham

Chunk of cheese

Don’t forget –

to say “please”.

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A pot of tea

With half a sugar

“I’ll be just a moment”

I’m not your mother!

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A long macchiato

You mean a long black?

No? Watch your tone!

Or I’ll give you a smack!

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Why hello officer —

The usual I gather?

…a right to…what?

Speak up dear and dont stammer!

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A broken jaw;

Bloody lip and brutal fight.

Who’d have thought

This ol’ lady would have such a strong right?

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Anaphora

Gone, the cry of the nurtured

of minds led by divine grace.

 

Gone, the enlightened process of reason

the functions twisted by acquisition.

 

Gone, the free-spirited souls

fluttering under the canopied rooftops.

 

Gone, the righteous champions of the spotlight

crashing down to lay with the mortals.

 

All that remains; a footprint in the sand

Washed away by the rising tide.

The door.

In timeless breaths

it bites, gnaws at my soul.

Hammering at the door.

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“Where is your master!”

Bellowing whilst he crawls

None withstanding, crashing upon the door.

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“The master is I, and I master none!”

Shouting, raving to a score

Silent reply and silence heard only by the door.

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Yet, Still I lay a-waiting

Forever abound by this droll

Crashing and rasping upon the door.