By
Trevor Maynard
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Alone, and together
Slouching on the couch
Passive aggressive in very bone
The narrative of freedom is dictated
Sought from the ashes
From the ever climbing detritus
The free-flowing faeces
The distended bellies of the children
In utero human immunodeficiency virus
The machete cleansed
A whole school of girls murdered
A refugee of eight months drowned
Guns on campus after campus
Sought from the ashes
Alone, and together
Passive aggressive to every bone
The Human Story
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Paris
The counter is highly polished
Electric and sun light, dapple
Une bière pression
Is placed on a coaster
To my opinion
The head on the beer is too deep
To le barman it is courant
We disagree, our conversation is animated
He says I am fou, and I say he is a filou
Then the silence
On the television, the footballers of England and France
Heads bowed, black arm bands on their left arms, remember
There is no longer a shard of glass
Or a crumble of concrete on
The gleaming, perfect counter
But le barman cleans it all the same
Where I have sipped the froth of my beer
He takes it to the pression and tops up
It is a noble gesture, generous of spirit
For two men either side of the truth
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