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Opiated mine owners shot claustrophobic Pit-head women, holes in shawls
philosophers hated pound measured artillery, loved – ‘Black-faced miner with Hewer reclining’
firing squads rode up French rivers to drown teenage stretcher bearers, choirboy witch trials
subjectivizing conscientious objectors broke into Gaelic pieces, muscle waste
Dead Left and The War

 

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