The cenotaph sighs
Under weight of the words:
A marble-white marker
Bridging two worlds.
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No foregone conclusions
No faites accomplis
No ducking of decisions
No get-out-of-jail-frees;
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Pigtails.
She had pigtails.
Long pigtails:
Out of the ordinary pigtails,
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He wasn’t carried from the ring
Upon shoulders of adulation and adoration.
He wasn’t paraded before the populace
As ‘Local Boy Made Good’.
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They were suddenly all around me.
Every sense told me they were there.
Then they gathered me to them
As if the eye of History
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Everything’s gone.
Everything’s gone tender,
gone soft,
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Silent at first;
A duet danced and sung by eager eyes
Across a distance ineffectually imposed
By dining-table dimensions,
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It lay incongruous:
At an angle oblique to its own belonging,
Languishing lonely between retreating tide
And the blind feet of the Good Friday beach brigade
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