Wednesday 23 September 2009

WEDNESDAY 23rd SEPTEMBER 2009.

Come to me with fenders bent,
With busted love
Or lusted after ornaments,

A body shaped by age’s hand
And splendid shove,
Apprenticed to the mainland,

In vehicles of common skin
And structured build,
Corrupted, saint or sinned,

With ignominy’s poverty,
Or honour’s bill,
And all for my guarantee:

I’ll save you from the relevance
Of broken halves,
Unspoken penitence,

And make you whole to face the world,
And chance a start
With thankful boys and girls.

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