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Mike Bell/ April 3, 2022/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

mike bell poems poetry

I am heading towards disabled
& aged at quicker rates –
pain is
my mate
[she will slip unseen &
pull at my ragged dignity from
below] –
dis-union an option?
I file –
again –
I wind up
[by acts
of others] my home & quiet life
as auld ill-myths unsettle –
body is my body
[alone among
those thrown in that high pile]
& now without screamed acts –
without parts playing out well

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