The Market Stalls

The Market Stalls
by Christopher Barnes

Darlington sparks into a motley.

“Guilty of taking part”

Timpani, contortionist, you and me.

“A steady flow of friends,
Party members and journalists”

Push or shoves, eye-lash flickers,
Missing hardboiled features.

“A book called The International Jew”

A full-scope rove. Squall breathy in hair.

“Persuading fascists to seek the mass”

Snap – all’s night-blind.

“The passionate voice
And dramatic bodily gestures”

The nail-bomber scars his mark on history.

“The techniques of propaganda”

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