Junior Blackwood
was not like all the others
who were more like children
who needed guidance
sometimes encouragement
sometimes a firm hand
who when the time came
had let the colony go to hell
You wouldn't recognise the farm
who walked right in
as soon as we had gone
as if it was nothing
as if they owned the place
Corporal Junior Blackwood
was different
because my father said he was
He claimed him as his friend
right up until the day
he changed his name
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Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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