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matthew duggan
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OneMore Step
Towards Oblivion
I walk the same path
into the city - graffiti flaked
on broken cemented hips
houses lathered in bind weed and ivy,
where the moon patrols
the earths circling lips.
On this day an island lost its soul
the lion sipped milk from the carcass of Europe;
Austerity Kings sway the beating veins
that stir and corrupt mouths full of shadows and no light,
I walked the same path on that day;
seeing a city in quite a different shade.