Ultras
¶ 1
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What is this smoke,
this show of fire
glaring through another
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 misunderstanding of stewards?
¶ 3
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Why the gothic font
skull and crossbones
tribute to Ray Warner?
¶ 4
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‘He wore his slippers
and ate satsumas.’
¶ 5
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Some of you once jumped the walls
in balaclavas, then sat in peace
to remove the masks
and go through turnstiles in reverse.
¶ 6
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Under the bridge, a crisis of echoes.
En masse: murder of crows.
¶ 7
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Now emerging in ones and twos
like stray bobbers on wood
split from the raft:
a shimmer, a tune
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