A Poem Walked Up

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Not long enough, not big enough

Poor of ink and real literary currency

The demands of the Independent Poems of the World

Were issued by the SUN

Supreme Undivided Necromancer of all text types

Still the words in it thirled and thrummed in heads

Words and images

They flew around Ben Lomond and drew strength

From the Great Glen and the cliff high flats in Dundee

And in the great City of Glasgow

The poem walked on and on

It gathered in the striated muscles of hearts and hearts

Till a kind of unstoppable music began…

 

 

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