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out, pt. 3 (remembrance day) - ted hughes lyrics

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the poppy is a wound, the poppy is the mouth
of the grave, maybe of the womb searching –

a canvas*beauty puppet on a wire
today whoring everywhere. it is years since i wore one

it is more years
the shrapnel that shattered my fathers paybook

gripped me, and all his dead
gripped him to a time

he no more than they could outgrow, but, cast into one, like iron
hung deeper than refreshing of ploughs

in the woe*dark under my mothers eye –
one anchor

holding my juvenile neck bowed to the dunkings of the atlantic

so goodbye to that bl**dy*minded flower

you dead bury your dead
goodbye to the cenotaphs on my mothers br**sts

goodbye to all the remaindered charms of my tether’s survival
let england close. let the green sea*anemone close

- ted hughes lyrics

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