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Poem:

The transmission of
A frightened soul
Across time and hills
Of memory,
War bound and crisis fleeing.
Unable to steer
Free or away
From the tangling
Seaweed of drowning
Demons thoughts.

Those eyes penetrate
Our only barrier
Of false hope
In the lush falls
Of raining bullets.
Singling the soul
For crippling, stifling
Mamosity,
Maiming so as to
Spread the love of the lost.

Being the darkness
For us they come,
We feel loathsome
Because we do not fit
But that’s electric land’s
Gas fuelled fire
Choking us to life
In their place,
Their way.

© Simon Hudson