Exile
after Louis Aragon: “C”
Haworth Hodgkinson
Swept across the bridge
with the hurrying crowd,
he turns a shoulder glance to the meadow
where the girl, still dancing, sheds rose petals,
discarded clothes lie by the ditch where swans
encircle the castle of the raving duke,
and a knight in tarnished armour
lies with a bullet through his groin;
where weapons spill
from an overturned jeep
and the river carries far
the glory.
Written 2005
Published in Storm Issue 4, 2005
(Koo Press)
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