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Informer
I meet on a ledge
with two men hanged today.
We walk up and down.
The commissioners pay me
to be an informer on the dead
with my theater of clerks,
two mousetraps
and a rank-rot mouth.
Poemas sobre el tema: clerk
Poemas sobre el tema «clerk» en Poets.by.
Clerking for Death
Clerks go to burial
like any other full
or ill business.
We talk gravely,
eat ink and point.
Visitant
A golden eagle in the street
between Fetter Lane and Shoe Lane.
Six clerks sing to it about Creation.
Scrivener
A clerk’s place:
I raise an ox of paper
off my writing.
Helpless
early on
all the keys failed
but tell me that a lock lied
or to have some hope
and talk together an hour
like clerks on a Monday
Inspirational poster
the office full of clerks
and no quiet
I gaze on swans