Those fears
In everyone's lifetimes
They lurk just as the crunching left backs
Sliding tackle could leave a young man
With a very different game
The nerve ends
Tips of estranged feelings
Shake, shirk, a skeleton bleeding
Dunkirk of poppy fields which lean
Their seed has seen its own discomfort
Real, or unseeming
In everybody's wake
Fake, or deep with meaning
Unique my name for you
For the you which is left, left upwards yet leaning
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