Tuesday, 9 March 2010


In a group, students decide

honesty’s a value;

that they would like to use their honour

and tell a welling truth

in single words, in flowing sound

and feel morality rise and fly,

sometimes missing sailing ears,

sometimes causing a new ‘aha’,

sometimes stabbing into a heart

and now, outside, insistent birds

flute their sweetness over Doppler cars

and the bitter, little, hark of a crow

but when words rise and start a truth:

how will they know? How do we ever know?

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