This sullen hock,
my leather'd fever
shall lay in fragrant pose,
with strained mouth
objecting to its demise.
@Steven Francis poems 2010
Slip the noose of dying and madness for a time and share some observations with Welsh poet Steven Francis in this, his 5th collection of poetry.
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Saturday, 18 December 2010
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