Hanging
spent
lifeless.
Hempen noose in a
tight knot binds
the unnatural blossom
to the old oak.
A foot twitches.
The lynch mob hold their breath.
Poems from Walsall Poet Richard Archer
Poetry from Walsall and Black Country poet Richard Archer since 2011
Poems from Walsall Poet Richard Archer 
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