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from Maldon

Sasha Dugdale

And there on the coast like a Chinese lantern hung the sun.
Whatever you do, you should not let them pour off the half-island
To mix with the birds and the silts, said the wise woman.
For there they will become us - body of our body
Blood of our blood. And theirs and our flesh will hang
On bushes, like the undershirt of Midas. Dead throats
Will shirk in the sedge like spiderwebs, whispering
Of how the victors took pliers to teeth and chopped charms out.
No one left to remember the women, but they were deer
Fleet and hunted, springing sideways, stunned by a fist.
And when the sun rises, it will seem to our ancestors that a new race
Has come up out of the sea, dripping gold, crueller than the last.
Taken from 'Red House '...
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