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Poem: the way out machine

The way out machine

I enclose my breath in a mask
In the distance we keep for fear
Pump hope into my lungs

And begin to dream
Of the way out machine
That will free us from

The dictatorship of the physicians.

Melbourne, July 2020

By Jeff Rich

Jeff Rich writes poetry and many forms of prose - this blog, history, essays, fiction, briefings, even kind questioning tweets. His podcast - The Burning Archive - talks about all things history and culture from the unusual perspective of a very minor government official. He lives in Melbourne, Australia.

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