sunday in sandwell valley
walked around the lake watched
it whipped like forked egg-white peaks
by a bitter wind enemy of bald heads
the dog tried to savage a canada goose
your mouth twitched nervously I abruptly
had an image of christ on the cross
could feel the agony realised
all of a sudden felt my left hand
clutching a fistful of nails
my right a heavy hammer
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