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Wednesday, 13 April 2016

RIP Arnold Wesker

So Farewell
Then
Sir Arnold Wesker.

Yes. In your kitchen
it was a wedding feast.

Chicken soup with barley,
Roots. Honey.
Chips with everything.

But now
You've gone
To your own and golden city.
Words on the wind.
Cinders.
Say goodbye.

E. J. Porter (15½)

Posted by Colin at 01:35

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