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Lines derail trains made from stern stock
    shunting worsted words in wagons to and fro
cabins depleted by looters piled on dock
    signals distressed faces not any more  

	forefathers shape not their twisted progeny
	when foremothers shunt them out of agony

the fear that might in the grain burst bunds
    resides unformed in unwilling face
    the dark inscrutable face of race    
blood thinning through bastardized sons

	forefathers shape not their twisted progeny
	when foremothers shunt them out of agony

to guard the rhyme within the quatrain
    no end of artifice will make for sacrifice
content lets form intertwine lines in vain
    clickety-clack of the train lulls us nice

	foremothers never think of their progeny
	when forefathers shunt them out of agony

May 6, 1997

From the privately pub. coll. (rev. 2016): longhand notes (a binding of poems),1999, 115p. 
© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2016

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Ovidiu Bocsa

Date: 1/28/2016 11:25:00 AM

Your poem is beautiful , event an artwork ... but -in my modest-humble opinion-somewhat it missed a poney of hope and a Teddy>we all need to keep in our arms. Best regards and wishes

T Wignesan
Date: 1/28/2016 1:26:00 PM

Hello! Ovidiu! Very many thanks for the compliment, but I'd wish I knew the full import of "pony of hope and Teddy" in one's arms to be able to fully benefit from your words. After all, I wouldn't be writing if I were self-sufficient and artful to the nails. Thank you for your wishes. Great New 2016! Every good wish.