I imagine that I'm sitting upon an iron bed, in a communal apartment -
I'm listening to the poet talk -
I imagine that he smokes brutal cigarettes -
He's analysing a poem by Anna Akhmatova -
Men are walking homewards from the factories -
The sun is setting -
Telephones whisper in fearful hallways -
18.10
Thursday 1 March 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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