Drunk watchman

Someone had fucked you into being.
You were no less to blame for a liver

Now living in its state of drowsiness.
Gladly you liver ,now gladly you die.

( with echoes from R.L. Stevenson’s poem “Requiem” and Phillip Larkin’s poem “This Be The Verse”

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