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Ahren Warner grew up in Lincolnshire before moving to London, then Paris. He is the author of...
I. Here (from Lutèce, te amo)
The pigeons are désinvoltes like, I guess, the old slum shacks
of the Carrousel were once dis-involvēbántur,
their ramshackle awnings unwrapped, packed off, their vendors
sent north of this palais wall.
Expelled I guess, like these pigeons, casual, expelling mid-air:
piss-shit combos let fall,
land and dribble, bake and harden on the rock-hard foreheads
of Murat, Molière and Voltaire.
Unpublished poem from Lutèce, te amo, © Ahren Warner 2012, used by permission of the author
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