Bob Dellar


After

In the process of clearing out
my dad`s ramshackle shed-
(after he died of drink and general self-neglect;
I unlock a dark-wooded looming
old sideboard, like a safe, but not-safe,
that has haunted me since childhood.
Within is his life in no particular order.
First are photos of him as a youngster in the thirties,
round wire glasses school-boy bent;

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