Hung out to Dry by Gray Nicholls

Altitudes unfigured
Adroitly measured
Doubling in the distance

Peering into scenes
From ancient books

Ripening in prophesies
Trespassing on our future

Buried under bent grass

Hung high even now
Even in the shadows

Creaking into silence
Like going out to your own funeral
Left out to dry.


(For Michael Gove – wrote after reading this article)

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