Bill Sargeant Poems

in a dark corner of a dark room
the mirror forgets me
remembers only the corrosion of time
the scars she left behind
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a dead vase:
shattered fragments
of blue glass
forgotten on the floor
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i long to share my solitude
with someone
just as lost and alone
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in a basque market place a terrorist bomb exploded
up to a mile away buildings shook and shattered glass
and mothers screamed the stillborn dream
as children fell in the pools of their own blood
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slow
ever-after stars

white hulls ease
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