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War


The germs spun over gleaming theatre floors.

Micro hands grabbed lives by their heartsick throats.

 

The others were flat anti-germ phenols.

Tangoes by day. Pinch. Brought a sterile ease.

 

No germs kept form. No man at risk. A sense.

Did we appreciate this properly?

 

Joseph Lister waged war on germs. He planned.

His battle grew. A Glasgow raging. Aid.


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Stephen Paul Wren

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