Nettles

Between the hearthstone
and the machiar,

between the prefabs
and the factory,

between the bleachfields
and the river,

between the rhubarb
and the bicycle,

we are struck down
and we rise up again.

No one dares touch us.
No one will honour us.

We are our own gods.

John Glenday

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