Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
An Excerpt from Kubla Don
As Coleridge Did Not Say
On sacred land did Kubla Don
A tatty wrestling ring decree
Where bit-coins, his sacred lucre, ran
From taxes and seizures measureless to man
Down to a soulless sea
So eighteen acres of historic ground
With guards and guns were barb-wired round
And there were gift shops bright with ringing tills,
Where blossomed many trinkets (not for free)
Crushing the last few bits of greenery…
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