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by Robert Sheppard

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Overdub of Ozymandias by Horace Smith

crown strips

historic pitch flaking virus on hot plastic
car seats parked at testing centres you’ve
no thing to express police crunching shells
pour cold water on distancing day’s blue
wash fist threatens mist wiped Brighton’s stony
silence dispersed in spores you leap under
the pier for long nights gulls pound
pared dash of rubble sound harbours the
annihilated everyday looks to you as principle
of looking for mountain goats come down
from their nominal mountains wolves in cheesecloth
buried ear worm undegradable latex glove long
washed free of its grubby fetish waves
from its pebbly pork chop barbie cromlech

6th April 2020