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Nigel Roberts
this poem / is / for charles buckmaster
This poem was first published in New Poetry, April 1973
this poem is beginning
this poem is a wake of warm beer
this poem is from the heart / fort apache & hamburger hill
this poem is the poem that we publicly & immediately declared / we wouldnt write
this poem is the poem that we privately & immediately / began
this poem is a raid on fear & silence
this poem is a great auk
this poem is in memoriam verse
this poem is flowers / interflora annually
this poem is a black silk sheet
this poem is grasping at straws
this poem is mayday mayday mayday
this poem is panic
this poem is a consensus of the blank look / on many of the faces / in the pub that night
this poem is requiem
this poem is energy
this poem is taking a piss with death
this poem is my ace in the hole
this poem is having fifty cents each way
this poem is hustling response / & you turn out your pockets
this poem is recycling such responses
this poem is lifes telegram too late
this poem is the evening soup / waiting cold / your return from the hill
this poem is naming him poet
this poem is the establishment of a literary fellowship in his name / take what you can
this poem is bill beard / alison hill & kris hemensley reading over his shoulder
this poem is whitman / olson & baudelaire / in turn shouting the drinks
this poem is not the key to any mystery in the time cupboard / of you & him
this poem is quoting lenin who said / we are all dead men on furlough
this poem is a stick rutted on that corrugated iron fence / on which john tranter &
bob adamson wrote RELEASE EZRA. RIMBAUD
this poem is a moments silence
this poem is
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