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Stop | A Poem by Elaine Meredith

After the dance
the band is not
yet finished, pumps
running all the night;
icebergs cut the bilge
loosing cargo, stop.

Piped in martial
din, upbeat shuffle
and light hearted fluff;
backdrops of engaging
interest substitute
for immediacy, stop.

Soulfully adrift amidst
crashing seascapes,
the wireless dashes out
back stories that swamp
the focus on a pointless
outcome, stop.

Style and scene must
close the breech, split
hull shored with the hard
facts; simply lose that
worry and blathering
negativity, stop.

Yes, they’ll get a grip;
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