‘London’

by Blake 1757-1827
Beginning near where the chartered Thames does flow

Middle The mind-forged manacles I hear

End And blights with plagues the marriage hearse

 We are prepared: we build our houses squat,
Beginning
‘Storm on the Island’
By Heaney 1939 - 2013
leaves and branches
Can raise a chorus in a gale
Middle
The sea exploding comfortably

We just sit tight while wind dives

End And strafes invisibly.
We are bombarded by the empty air.
 ‘Bayonet Charge’
By Ted Hughes 1930 - 1998
Bullets smacking the belly out of the air –
Beginning Sweating like molten iron from the centre of his chest

In what cold clockwork of the stars and the nations

Middle Was he the hand pointing that second?

King, honour, human dignity, etcetera

Dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm
End To get out of that blue crackling air