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I have no place
(a wife-carer’s lament)
I have no place
your curtain of pain
always drawn
for the world to see
mine hidden inside
I have no place
your crippled body
bent, broken
screams out in colour
mine crumbles quietly
I have no place
you take the foreground
majestically
vibrant your battle
mine dull, mundane
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Paul Levy
published in Atlas Poetica 32
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