Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Paul Tristram- A Poem


The pavement accepted his face.
His head the truncheon.
His wrists the handcuffs.
The riot van his body.
The magistrate his reputation.
The newspaper his crime.
The pisspot his waste.
The yard his walk.
While his family
accepted nothing.
And to this day
stick to their

Published in Purple Patch, No.111, June/July 2005

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.

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