This poem is taken from Stand 214, 15(2) August - October 2017.

Geoffrey Hill Poem
Geoffrey Hill


36.

Like much else rebuilt out of brick dust, ash, and silt of soot; a holocaust in that word’s
true cast: a multiplex burnt offering, residue of scorched hollows, roast flesh,
hallows torched, when the City went up.
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