Quarry
Extinct, fallow, weed-clogged
Cavities of harvested air
Look down upon the harbour
Where familial rock is set
Cut square and thrown
With brutal care beneath
These same feet passing mine
On this and other Sundays
© PJ Nolan 2005
What Has Happened
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Others will say it better - but, here goes my small part in this - I stayed
up last night, as the horror dawned on me, literally and otherwise, that *VP...
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