The Faithful Remnant at the End of Time
By poetjude
New edits of first or incomplete drafts which have been languishing unloved for too long.
Judith
June 2013.
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Sychar
Sir, give me this water, that I may not thirst, nor come here to draw. May never leave hurriedly the town's narrow
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Crematorium
Is this everything - your name printed on paper two bunches of flowers and thirty-one people with your genes? Stories were never written on a string of DNA.
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Demolition
When I was nine years old, I found God in church.
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Fitzrovia in These Times
Somewhere out there I’ve a home in the city a table, a staircase, a rent-book and you.
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Longs Close
It is not you I mourn but the walk to your house through the wheat on Dodds lane and the haze on Pyrford roads in high summer. Now, bereft of my place in those times
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Lost Baby
You came into the world just a few weeks in the making
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Prime Numbers
The day the world flinched, like sunlight through a coma they carried their dead on advertisement boards. Surgeons waited like ignoble cannibals to strip out their organs or lay them
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The Theatre
ὑποκριτής Wordless I have found these words between the Chinese poems and the stars when shutters lift from the empty stage. The props are strewn across the boards,
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