1.0Nairn Kennedyhttps://nairnkennedypoet.co.ukNairn Kennedyhttps://nairnkennedypoet.co.uk/index.php/author/nkpoet/Poems - Nairn Kennedyrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="0cttsuzezM"><a href="https://nairnkennedypoet.co.uk/index.php/poetry-samples/">Poems</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://nairnkennedypoet.co.uk/index.php/poetry-samples/embed/#?secret=0cttsuzezM" width="600" height="338" title="“Poems” — Nairn Kennedy" data-secret="0cttsuzezM" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript">
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Poems Polar Bear The warders drag you off, then life dissolvesto mists of butterflying in and out of druggy dreams,framed by rumbling slams of roller doors in vans,until you surface here, and wish you hadn’t.The days in hell are longer than the nights are longer than the days. Eternity plods on in steel and rough …