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Contemporary Impressions

Jo Cox

I must live out my days
Upon this weary earth
With the sod
Fumbling in the thorns
For a thing called love
My God! My God!
What moves you
If not a woman slaughtered
On the streets of daylight?
I feel ashamed
To call myself human
That in the dark tunnels of my mind
Lives a mole
So small, blind and worthless.

Ch 1 Motorway Madness
Ch 2 Grace
Ch 3 Whirligig
Ch 4 Gods Gifts
Ch 5 Bookmark
Matchstick Heart
Earths Plea
Jo Cox