Tuesday, January 5, 2010

The Last I Heard ~ Neil Addison

All three words
were sent down the pit,
exposed to museums.

Their faces
drawn on by the man
in power
at that time
in the manner of a camouflaged writ,

they are parachuted
into photographs
on top
of the airbrushed-out,

the better
to crave the moment’s fullness,

milking these trade-winds


Neil Addison writes poetry and keeps much of it here:

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