#Poem The Fort

Crownhill Fort

Down tunnels and steps
into earth and granite,
a limestone hallway,
through slots,
mossy oaks, autumn valley,
hear the clamour of comrades at work,
staying alive,
keeping the king,
the devil you know,
deaf but alive,
mad but breathing,
nightmares sweat
children, wife,
bug your sleep,
razor your stubble,
read the news,
your brain aligned
from here to here
with a different name,
not much changes,
they still laugh,
keep you quiet,
strings on puppets
from up there
above the set,
to here, this arm, this leg,
this head that nods,
cut your options,
stay alive,
ah, ha, ha, ha,
staying alive.


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