break it any flow of air, by Reuben Woolley

(::::::::::::::::::::::::::::(a poem for brexit)

………………………
patiently
comes a tide
………………………now

………………………a stinking mouth

& we do move like dead
whales

leave a harsher
voice ………………..a wet &
………………………….straining

permanent they say
a poor song
& not in silence
does she sleep

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