![]() QueuesA Poem by NevilleQueues Having lost her place in the bread queue, she found herself hurried along by a prod from a sharp knee, in the small of her back and in yet another long line, just waiting to be tattooed, disinfected and shorn .. It wouldn’t have done any good to grumble, to resist or to moan, there were piles of such moaners, stacked high either side of the road and so little time, not even enough to kiss goodbye to her folks, her children or friends
.. Everyone there was both starving and cold, yet even when the ovens were full, they still kept on feeding those fires of theirs, until tears filled the dorms and the smoke
did rise and
the whole of the sky turned waxy and black .. © 2025 NevilleFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on March 10, 2025 Last Updated on March 10, 2025 Author![]() NevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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