| BLIGHTED, STARVING | ||
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As ghettoed east in Old York Leeman's hackers hewed the cutting through the
plague Those dispatched west remembered distant kin, no hint of famine and green arable land English is the name that's given to the hand that marching, ransacked, claimed. Upon their ships hitched fearful, hungry, stowed among the salted pork and barreled greens Not for them just dreams of distant hope in promised land but hard work heralding returning While, all but forgetting, half a nation hunted far. — Set sail for a New World Never — found lamenting 'cept in letter, song or tears dripped late into a lighter brew Bitter spitted words true but such working folk forget, — The famine never happened. | ||
| Adrian Spendlow is a performance poet and community artist well know for his work at festivals where, as well as performances or workshops, he is remembered best by bands for the introductory poems he writes for them. He runs Bright Light Arts in York, UK. His latest collection of poems is Reality is Rough. He has his own website at http://homepage.ntlworld.com/adrian.spendlow/ |
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