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This poem is taken from PN Review 256, Volume 47 Number 2, November - December 2020.

Two Poems Ned Denny

Arrest

after Chénier

When the death-cave of the dark abattoir
             Gapes wide for a bleating sheep,
The shepherds and dogs, the slow flock, the far
             Fields are unaware as sleep.
The children who loved his leaps on the green,
             And the rose-complexioned girls
That showered kisses on his face so clean,
             Daisy-chaining those white curls,
Shall now – without one tender thought – praise stew;
             Buried in this living hell,
I have, dumb brother, the same fate as you
             At oblivion’s hotel.

Forgotten like me in a house of pain,
             Thousands more blonde sheep will be
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