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CHRIS MAJOR TWO POEMS
Termination
Kill it early ,
after the first word ,
before the first line....
most definitely the first verse.
Don't let it grow ,
end it quickly ,
and never call
it a poem.
Diagnosed
We stayed the night,
and left as chilly dawn
broke a pale yoke above
an empty car-park.
Groups of birds flapped in trees,
like strips of black sky
torn by barbed branches.
A week into Spring,
and now its starting to snow;
perhaps the years heard your news,
gone mad -
shuffled its seasons
to end in May.
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