Borstal Poems - Poems about Borstal

...What lies beneath the nuptial necropolis? Sun-glints of memory, warm rays of kinder days, tranquil as the soil-sleepers before they broke the coffin confines and howled free. What lies beneath ......Read the rest...

...If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily-LXXXV (Note : Fresh disclosures from the Catholic Church on the subject made public by protesting Mothers of infants victims of pedophily a......Read the rest...

...Guy Fawkes' Night By the middle of October the piles are growing. English weather fails to dampen childhood enterprise. Gangs traverse the streets in forage To drag, on broken prams, a hoard,......Read the rest...

...From the mangled chaos of the lines Emerge strange forms and all too telling tales O life satanic and O loss divine Faces will make then themselves, define From the compost and the deathly rail......Read the rest...