The poet could be a New Jersey hood, snapped by Weegee -
He stands, glowering, clutching some dangerous verses -
There are listeners gathered behind every wall -
Poetry is a matter of life and death in this city of tomorrow -
I think of Ossip's words -
He rolls executions on his tongue like berries -
17.33
Wednesday 8 November 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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