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Ted Hughes, by Lennie the Cat
Was that a happy day? In Ambridge
The severed ribbon fluttered, jerked apart
As her voice raised above the bunting
On the ramp: cloven hoof-prints obliterated
By fresh-set concrete. Fresh-set hair and face-paint
For the festive civic event.
Suddenly a crash!
The silted drains, unstilled now in the ground.
Broken free from their fresh trappings.
Fire-clay cracked, disgorged and twisted
Came suddenly crashing into people, from nowhere.
Flash in the pan, I thought, as people scampered
Soon it was falling vertical, precious, pearled
Bubbling molten, wobbling top-heavy
Into one and many. With arcs
And plungings and spray-slow explosions
Made brown foam with a big voice.
The patriotic tear that had brimmed in her eye
Sweating with molten iron from the centre of her chest.
Only knowing that she was desperate
And that it was all too late.
Dead Poets Society
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