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This poem is taken from PN Review 138, Volume 27 Number 4, March - April 2001.

July John Peck

The chapel with frescoes along one sun-warmed wall
gave onto a railway cut, its footpath
pushing afternoon into a far province,
a low jet fighter repealing its wrath like rolled tin -
I was forty-three and investigating my blindness,
advancing into what it had darkened me to see,
and so the pale devil herding mannequins
and the swirlers even paler over them, counter-herding,
...


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