Saturday, June 10, 2017

Campaign by Carol Ann Duffy


In which her body was a question mark querying her lies;
her mouth a ballot-box that bit the hand that fed.
Her eyes? They swivelled for a jackpot win.
Her heart was a stolen purse;
her rhetoric an vicarage, the windows smashed.
Then her feet grew sharp stilettos, awkward.
Then she had balls, believe it.
When she woke, her nose was bloody, difficult.
The furious young ran towards her through the fields of wheat.

Carol Ann Duffy

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Blogger Thùy Liên said...

VAMPYR, Red Dead Redemption 2

4:55 am  
Anonymous Chris Polk said...

Thaank you for writing this

12:42 am  

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