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A Grand Day Out
Neck bones buckle
Bent to corners as kicked in knees
Establishing an angle —
Glazed, goggled gazing at the scene.
Solemn eyes fall down
To ground he couldn’t reach
To be caught for early welcome
Within his Saviour’s reach.
Announced like the crack of a circus whip
New arisen Lazarus
The pop and crunch of the watching crowd
Punctuates that Rapture.
Copyright ©
Alice Reynolds
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