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Blither

By Jonathan Murray-Lacey

As I in my spring joy went to the corner
Saw I some mother’s daughter,
Said I: you should come after.
Then she; burst out with laughter
As each dog in the street did scatter –
Soldiers two by two, so much bother;
That from their eyes could see they had been gathered,
To send to some foreign land and splatter:
Their smiles to send home in a plaster

 

I wait for reality to gob and gape.
For the explosion of such a thing, in thought;
As:
Rock on water.
Pig in high street.
Bicycle ridden by a penguin.

 

All that is obvious when seen.
I wait upon such as makes one gape;
But for a second.
Then one must reckon with what is, is none other than
Makes a scene move on from here to there and
On to the next astonishment, the next dare.
‘I dare you to jump that stream’
‘I dare you to eat that spider’
‘I dare you to love me’

 

And what may aspire to greatness in the next scene,
What may be notable – of any style or fashion.
Fiction or truth, as we enter into new territory:
A new story or chapter-:

 

Now fighting in the trenches when
Only a few months before:
Here laughing as we all cleansed the cow’s udders.
Or: took in the washing for our mothers – if
We didn’t run, hide,
Only two years before that.

 

Now some bloody mothers’ son is shooting at us.
Or, we trudged from our African village to make a visit.
Or: here we wear a uniform our sisters sweat to make.
There: a body half submerged in water.
There: rats nibbling at hands
There: someone gob-smacked and gapped
Torn in two-
But that’s just an expression, he expected it really.
I dare you to love me now.

 

As I in my spring joy went to the corner
Soldiers two by two – so much bother
Sent to some foreign land & splatter
They smile now –:
I dare you to.

 

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