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Writing a poem bursting into tears having misheard deforestation for defenestration<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Lisa Kelly, in solidarity with the people of Ukraine. Image above: <\/em>Defenestrace, by Karel Svoboda<\/em><\/p>\n but before the mishearing and the frustration, the bursting into tears, and whether the poem is \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 those leaky, lachrymose drips, or tears, propelled by frustration and closer to and chopping them into logs, little pieces of what \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 a composite whole reaching up like reaching past the highest window in the highest building, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0and lifts the latch and everyone sees the which might befall the general, the fate he \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0as if a valve has burst and liquid motion rushes as the trunk of a tall tree, whose bark is whose bite is a chunk taken out of his uniformed which has stripped back bark for the sweet \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0from the sharpness of his incisors to the and naturally he is tearing up at the injustice of the right intelligence, for not speaking truth to \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 made of 40 cubic metres of mahogany, and 50,000 hours of craftmanship, and now here fall 40, maybe 50, maybe 50,000 feet to a landing \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0with the unrelenting view of barren land where not even his bones nor blood will fertilise but scratch with his thumbnail in the \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 about tearing up or tearing up, and watch run down the pane, but of course he has no time evaporated, as he rushes towards his shadow, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0from his tearing uniform on the lintel as the venerable history of defenestration, Queen Jezebel, defenestrated by her eunuchs, her body eaten by \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0history of deforestation, and write a poem Writing a poem bursting into tears having misheard deforestation for defenestration by Lisa Kelly, in solidarity with the people of Ukraine. Image above: Defenestrace, by Karel Svoboda…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":516,"featured_media":14468,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[2551],"class_list":["post-14470","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2","tag-ukraine"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14470","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/516"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14470"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14470\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/14468"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14470"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14470"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14470"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
can we deal with<\/p>\n
bursting into tears,<\/p>\n
those ripped up, papery bits,<\/p>\n
deforestation, like felling trees<\/p>\n
they once aspired to,<\/p>\n
dreamy spires to inspire,<\/p>\n
where a general might resist, momentarily, against clear glass
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0until
someone tears away from the crowd<\/p>\n
opportunity<\/p>\n
deserves, and surges forward,<\/p>\n
at the general who is stiff<\/p>\n
bigger than his bite,<\/p>\n
arm by a black bear<\/p>\n
sapwood, and uses every tool available<\/p>\n
tearing of his canines,<\/p>\n
his predicament for not giving<\/p>\n
power, for not refusing the yacht,<\/p>\n
50 cubic metres of cedar<\/p>\n
he is, framed, and about to<\/p>\n
of broken glass and ransacked rubble<\/p>\n
where once a forest grew,<\/p>\n
the dirt, so what can he do<\/p>\n
condensation on the glass a line about
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 culpability,<\/p>\n
the self-pitying rivulets<\/p>\n
for any last words, all thought<\/p>\n
leaving a snag of thread<\/p>\n
proof he lived, as we consider<\/p>\n
who worshipped a nature god,<\/p>\n
dogs, as we consider the irreversible<\/p>\n
bursting into tears or tears having misheard
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0deforestation for defenestration.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"