A Small Peace...an excerpt, 1968; (memo to Berkeley)


My men,
My tiny men
Came crashing onto that land...
And ate,
Ate that vowing blood.
And the tears,
Solid state stood shocked -
Like fish, dead upon the shore, Mother.
I should run,
The sand seems to dance upon the floor of my feet...

Excerpt
A Small Peace
Julian Ayrs
1968

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