remembrance
Gough and Ned
and on this day
they called it off
we wonder why they
started
sprig
and will I buttonhole?
rosemary – ground cover
variety
for
all such dead whom we
survive
think ‘are to join’
but that’s not right
‘such is life’
whether ever said
is just up to a point
I mean that pointy
ending
the tightening
or anyway you choose to
go
unlikely though
call fate
for want of better
‘not wearied’ – that’s
a laugh
like saying there are
no animal antics
on other worlds we know
I’m trying to remember
right now
if this is a named
device
in the catalogue
rest assured though, I’ll
forget
I guess it is a kind of
mask
for sorrows
you feel need to show
nobody meets anyone
because the after isn’t
after all
your god is not
that goes for the lot
today the wings are
summer ripe
here’s a field of
poppies
mowed to size
who wouldn’t want
theirs meaning?
and tell me – what’s
two legs to do?
just tell it till it’s
true
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