Poems by Clarke George Elliott
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Africadian Petition (1783)
... there any Nourishmen,such as Oat meal Molassisor Shuggar,a Littl Wine and Speeritsto Heet our Harts ...
The Assassination of Indira Gandhi
... red worldWhere many weep and gnash their teeth and smashTheir neighbours' brains with rocks or clubs ...
Ballad of a Hanged Man
... nna eat and eatregardless of all the bastards in Frederictonwas bust in the head, skull jimmied open ...
The Ballad of Othello Clemence
... ar, from home,"There's a change that's gonna have to come,I said, a change that's gonna have to come ...
Blues for X
... Call me Sweet Potato,Sweet Pea, or Sweety Pie,There's sugar on my lipsAnd honey in my thighs ...
Discourse on Pure Virtue
... e slow-motion lightning,ivory gold fountaining from earth,like you, a fresh light, sprung from earth ...
Everything Is Free
... The rain is spentLending flowers scent:Everything is free ...
Exile
... photographs,All the slain lovers pitched into ditches,Your eyes itch and ache with water, then dry ...
George & Rue: Pure, Virtuous Killers
... ooled all night between Fredericton and Saint John with Silvercoiled -- a void noose -- in the trunk ...
Guysborough Road Church
... e bleak fundamentalismof a ragged scarf of lighttwined and twisted and tornin a briar patch of pines ...
Judas: A Biography
... You had Christ jailed, crowned with barbed-wire, shocked,Then strung with piano wire from a lamppost ...
King Bee Blues
... And there's pretty black-eyed Susan,Perfect as the night is blue ...
Naima
... ic homage beautiful but --watercolours either touch into flameor moisture's acid consumes the images ...
Negation
... t preface your finish,Deface your religion -- unerringly,Niggardly, like some film noir blackguard's ...
Original Pain
... t off their heelswas one-hundred-proof, fire taste of slaveryPops spooned us raw charring first-hand ...
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