
Don’t give me your wine
and your promises
I have heard quite enough
The same room where you
fed me a future was
the one where you took it away
There was always a smell –
no it wasn’t the wine
merely the bovine linger
of fictitious heroes and
empty conversations until the
one with substance came along
copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019
Wow.
Fascinating poem.
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