leavings       a collection of left-over poems       John Bailey      

 

Too late

Sometimes blind rage is the only response
smashing and bashing and screaming and shouting
I want you can't   I want you can't
have what you want.
Any more.
It is too late.

All                      The
that            crying
is        is
left all
is        that
the              is
crying.                   left.

 

Somerset 1998

 

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