I think I might have warmed to himbecause other warmers seemed to be
thin on the ground and perhaps
amongst the others I knew at that time,
I recognised a fragility
beneath the bold pronouncements
that some despised,
but I could see through all that.
And now he sits before me,
and points to where the growth
is slowly spreading from
his oesophagus, and smiles
in a rather awkward way as if to say:
‘Funny how life turns out,’
and explains how a burglar
hit him over the head
with a fire extinguisher
because he’d probably
said too much in the pub.
John H Davies
8th April 2011
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