there in the square, a band playing your heart out.
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Crossed Line
You ring again, for the industrial complex and the operator, in another language cannot understand the redirection: you discover an orphanage instead.
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Fanfare
In every wardrobe a large number
of bare coat hangars in sad array.
They want the day: keep vigil.
Leaving their slumber, lions open the door
to prowl the pavement and wait for each trumpet
(ever ranged in store) of the returning dawn
============================== These texts were first published in Caliban in Prague Rockingham Press (2001) and were performed in Prague for the British Council on 6 April 2006 (Tempest Poets)
