In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Tag: David Punter

  • BALLAD OF REFUGE by David Punter


    I come in fear. The wheels, the stuttering engine, By road or wave; the endless killing payments. Bit by bit, my mind returns to rubble.   You come in fear. The hunched back, failed bravado, They make me squirm. You have no place here, brother; Get back, for you remind me of my weakness.  …