the first version was good
this is very good
One for my 'poems for medics' collection? (if it ever happens...)
Terri )O(
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From: The Pennine Poetry Works [mailto:[log in to unmask]]On
Behalf Of arthur seeley
Sent: 19 January 2003 19:13
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Subject: New Sub: Death of a Falstaff
An earlier poem reworked as a sonnet:
Death of a Falstaff. 2002
At flicking beer mats I am an adept
as street-wise as the world is wide, I’ve set
echoing streets aloud with bawdy song
and swilled and sang as midnight’s come and gone,
while through the reeling darkness of the night
I’ve waltzed the shadow of my late delight,
smoothly she moved and swayed like meadow grass
under a summer breeze, my slender lass.
This tutorial of tubes, clean sheets and drip
confounds me now, they have me on the hip.
Some Mistress Quickly comes and goes all day,
collects my body's wastes while I decay.
A lard-arsed lump, I slowly fail and chill.
I refuse to obey and die - yet will.
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