Words from the Cellar
I’m finding myself such a quick way
Been dealing with and
Telling them you definitely
Gonna get stuff
From the cellar
But now, don’t work –
Pulled it all from the cellar
And you were left and so was I
Gone, all gone
This poem came out of a project English PEN ran with Living Words in partnership with the European Commission Representation in the United Kingdom.
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