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This poem was first published on 24 February 2014. We are re-presenting it this week as part of our resistance special.
Content warning:
Meet me.
I travel south on my northern shrike.
I swoop to admire the dewdrops on the daphnes,
the white-wire fences,
the kites, swallows, songlarks and nightjars.
I hold a star in my eye and a pistol in my hand.
I don't do what I'm told.