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Cheers p & p. I thought it appropriate considering my recent difficulties that the books that I've toted these 40 years or so should go to MIND. It's not *all* the collection, just the ones which indicated something more than mere nostalgia. Roger On 10/12/05, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Roger like 'his eyes peering over his glasses'-I have been a Mind volunteer > in my time > P Mind P > > -----Original Message----- > From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and > poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Roger Day > Sent: 12 October 2005 13:26 > To: [log in to unmask] > Subject: A Song For My Father, also a snap, kind of > > Low sun slants over monitor onto men crawling through mud > on their bellies, malarial, cockpits of smoke, legs broken, > kite in the mud, two kills already, smattering of shells in the treeline, > death have faced: Grant at Vicksburg, Wellington at Talavara > a paper warrior watches warily from the corner of my bookshelf > > Hand-me-down template of a grandfather > origami into intricate folds > dotted lines even-up, chest-out, fly straight and true, > an avatar to a funeral in berlin, the face of battle > come home on your shield or with it > anything but a male nurse's white uniform > with it's green lapels and fob-watch. > > The warrior steels himself for death by scissors > a loose pile, fern-spike on my floor > a transit camp to MIND away from mind > a shedding this autumnal day > hard cold twigs, bare branches > kind earth breeding hawthorn > for the spring so once we hammered > stakes together in the earth > so now I see his eyes peer > over glasses slipped on his nose, > his face screwed up in thought > strong arms heft the bodies. > > -- > http://www.badstep.net/ > http://www.cb1poetry.org.uk/ > -- http://www.badstep.net/ http://www.cb1poetry.org.uk/