A Particular Science

A powerful poem by Steve Tanham

Sun in Gemini

Boat of EvilAA

There is a particular science

of Evil

Which draws its ghostly blood

From the bones of hatred.

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Its moment is likened to

a Ship

Strangled with strange growth

That fills the shapes of sailing

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It has learned the helm of your

Reactions

And has a blunt denial that you

Float on water

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Laden with untruth

Darkly smeared

We lie in others’ rotting water

And gaze at edges

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For only there can freshness

Dawn

Where good becomes, beyond despair

Its own baptised survivor

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©Stephen Tanham

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