Dead Bannana, you are cut, you are my broken vein of yellow blood
(The wizard the wizard the wizard)
You broke my fucking road you bastard.
You are dead and I'm not wed
Same thing you said.
(patiarchy patriarchy patriarchy)
Left you rotting in ice-cream of servitude,
Lifted you out gave you a wash.
(Over and over an over)
No innocent smoothie
No pie
No more you fruit to rest my violets on my cunt, a feast:
Dead Bannana.
Review of Luke Roberts, Living in History (Edinburgh, 2024)
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My review of Luke Roberts’s *Living in History: Poetry in Britain,
1945–1979*, is now up on the *Review of English Studies *website.
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