KINDNESS IN A BOX
When the tines are struck
There is forgiveness
Let its song lull and calm
Tones to act
As soothe
As balm
Allow your furrowed worry
Cease
And you will know
Kalimba peace
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The Flying Ship
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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