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cotlb
all that was
left
of them
cotlb
rode the
six
hundred
kamikaze
as though he
no
longer
existed
kamikaze
he must have wondered which has been the
better
way to
die
ozymandias
the hand that
mocked
them and the
heart
that fed
ozymandias
look on my works! ye
mighty
and
despair
london
chimney
sweepers
cry
london
i
wander
through every
chartered
street
london
helpless soldiers
sigh
my last duchess
my
gift
of a
nine
-
hundred
years old name
my last duchess
a
heart
... too soon made
glad
my last duchess
then all
smiles
stopped
together
the prelude
strode
after me with
trembling
oars
the prelude
a
huge
peak,
black
and huge
the prelude
small circles
glittering idly
checking out me history
but now i
checking
out me own
history
checking out me history
i
carving
out me
identity
checking out me history
bandage
up me eye ... blind me to my
own identity
bayonet charge
threw up a
yellow
hare
that rolled like a
flame
bayonet charge
king
, honour, human
dignity
war photographer
a hundred
agonies
in
black
and white
war photographer
before his eyes, a
half
- formed
ghost
exposure
but
nothing
happens
exposure
merciless
iced
east
winds that knive us
exposure
is it that we are
dying
remains
his
blood
-
shadow
stays on the street
remains
tosses his
guts
back into his
body
remains
i see every
round
as it
rips
through his
life
emigree
there was
once
a country
emigree
but i cant get it off my
tongue
, for it tastes of
sunlight
emigree
but i am
branded
by the impression of
sunlight
storm on the
island
it
pummels
your
house
too
storm on the island
like a tame
cat
storm on the
island
but there are
no trees
, no
natural shelters
tissue
might
fly
our lives like paper
kites
tissue
thinned
by age or
touched
tissue
if buildings were
paper