Strange Voices
(for Gerald & Christine England,
blessed these two beloved wed
who have forthright said
they hear voices in their head.)
When words are read
voices come into my head.
A rowdy pack the ill-bred throng
who race along the backstreets
of the secret self, shouting
"The King is dead!
Let us all put strawberry
jam on our bread!"
Ernest Slyman
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