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Social Mobility<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Patrick Druggan<\/em><\/p>\n March is a borderline month The world is wet and cold, There has never been a May.<\/p>\n It is all an illusion. The march is a between land The only way out Social Mobility by Patrick Druggan March is a borderline monththat tells you that the world has always been this way, it will never change. The world is…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":661,"featured_media":15371,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15373","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15373","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/661"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15373"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15373\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/15371"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
that tells you that the world
has always been this way,
it will never change.<\/p>\n
there is no threshold
to step over into the warmth.
Shadows will be long and thin
the frost lies, like loss
on the pavement
seeping into your marrow.<\/p>\n
It is above our station.
It is our tradition.<\/p>\n
where the gorse grows,
blood never stops seeping
from daily wounds, beneath grey
skied heathland where kingdoms
were made with fairy tales
and our council house accents.<\/p>\n
is across the frontier
they say we cannot cross.
A continual march.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"