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21ST-CENTURY POETRY August 6, 1945 by John Irving Clarke

This is not the day
glamorous colour
dazzles monochrome truth.

This is not the day
the poet’s fungi
rise to claim the earth.

This is not the day
when white paint outlines
of human forms

will suffice
or tot up
or begin to make sense

of homicide
to the magnesium flash power
of eighty thousand.

This is not the day
when science stands on stage and smirks
as best in class.

Nor is it the day
when we reach out and touch
the fingertips of God.

The eye for an eye has been claimed.
This is not the last time
this will happen.

John Irving Clarke lives in Wakefield and is a teacher for the Workers' Educational Association.

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