John Beevers

(18 October 1911 - 13 September 1975 / Gildersome, Yorkshire)


The palace with revolving doors was mine
And three of us went up its steps
To the tall room whose walls were made
Of the furred eyes of moths.

One only went within -
Atameros the Greek;
With steps that slid along the floor
He slipped inside and closed the door.

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