For divers persons of worship
Your funeral surpassed your death
in being even worse. For us. The Sally Army
general, who copped the earner
droned on, as your great-nieces cried.
And cried. Brian, you were mugged
by death, even though you knew
it was waiting at the corner. I'm
preparing my instructions
for my erasure: it will be
for my floppy soppy darlings
the great chaconne
from the Partita No 2 in D
and the Stones snapping
Hey you, get offa my cloud.
(just thought I'd join in the, erm , fun. I don't intend this bauble
for my Collected Works btw!)
Dave
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David Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
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