White Words

A poem by Pete Hay.

Published in ‘Silently On The Tide’ (2005)

…could feel the weakness of… big/local govt… what sort of culture…
will not be available… best sort of market we can… people have a global…

This is an age of data and dead hills.
This is a time of envenomed meal for the mouth.

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