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this...is...immense! Golly..the imagery is fantastic....perfect, in fact. Great work, noo...AMAZING work.

when it all falls down, flag at half-mast, scarves held proudly
the tears will flow from the streets to the coast, the city
to the village, head to head, scum to scum, man to man
light pockets and heavy hearts, we're all english.

Jack- that was incredible.

flashing lights redgreenblueyellow overwhelm the distant stars
widen the pupils, extend the migrane, tingle the retina

when it all falls down, flag at half-mast, scarves held proudly
the tears will flow from the streets to the coast, the city
to the village, head to head, scum to scum, man to man
light pockets and heavy hearts, we're all english.

Thanks guys.

Exactly. I've been looking at this for some time, trying to figure out why you said you didn't know why you posted it, and I still don't get why you said that.

The last stanza was wicked (excellent word choice, Morgan).

I don't usually see poetry divided up in this manner unless it's much, much longer, but it fits, strangly enough, and I like it.

loveithateit paint the town red, paint the town dead

jack--im like so impressed. i dont really know what to say.

"when it all falls down, flag at half-mast, scarves held proudly
the tears will flow from the streets to the coast, the city
to the village, head to head, scum to scum, man to man
light pockets and heavy hearts, we're all english."

that was wicked! omg.

i can't really critique this--sorry, but there's like, not much i can say at all.