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And We Will Fight!

"Ghosts

These barkey-packed parks. Crows
   flying plumed crosses high
over our spear-crowded
   acres. Other word-makers
mouth myths at the cliff's edge
   where gull-squawls mewl and trawl,
skiffs founder, drowned men loll
   their logged limbs ashore. Your

words feel real, rebuilding
   the flesh of event, fresh
as dawn-dew, raw as brawn
   in a blood-pool, heart-full.
When ghosts of the past un-
   hinge me, when fears impinge
broken-limbed sea-wolvces, strakes
   wrenched from keels, more wracked men,

stay, lie between my breasts
   hearing the life-blood flood
through muscled pipe and pump,
   tell me the plunging swell's
murmur is a mirage,
   the mimetic whimper
of some hurt outcast, lost,
   found, bound, high-shouldered home."

--Ian Crockatt

"Voting hasn’t worked. Peaceful protest hasn’t worked. Rational debate hasn’t worked. What now?

"All were produced at my own expense and offered to the public at much less than cost price; but this unscrupulous artifice did not overcome the natural disrelish of mankind for the combination of a tedious author with an odious editor." --A E Housman

Inner Voice.