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Iron Gate.

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English Poetry, Uncategorized

If you cut me do I not bleed?
And struggle not to cry out?
Ah, William, you have not cast me,
I have contracted myself.

I’ll not strut an hour longer,
Upon these rough boards.
Stage-fright drives me ever,
Off this unfamiliar stage.

Once more again unto that breach?
How? Into the void…again?
Assault the Iron Gate where,
Árpád and Vlad stand guard?

© Copyright Fergus Carty 2011

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