Schizophrenia by Adam Parry
Little did they know
or do they care
That there’s a civil war beneath my hair
but, no-one knows
and everyone’s dead.
In no-man’s land
the women pitch up their tents.
A HUNCH OF HAPPINESS
A hunch of happiness, shoulders level like
hungry miners about some gold.
a pyramid of heads downturned
staring at the unshirted God
entombed and pink and soft-white coal.
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