Second Generation
Miriam Waddington
1966
Child of a lonely traveller
in a strange country
I live towards my doom
closed in a small tight room.
Closed in a small tight room
where whitehaired quiet ladies
claw the walls conspire in lies
and wicked things to come.
Closed in this small tight room
there is a warm illimitable
thing inside me keeps me
alive and proud and sane.
Had my…
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