Like all in the past.
There is something material left of you.
With one a Ramsgate tea strainer
I can even use nowadays.
With you a mirror
Saying "I L Y",
I couldn`t keep!
It was only like dust collecting.
One day it had to be dealt with.
In the absence of love,
With the obsession of the age,
Monetarism!
And the sparseness
Of a spiritual climate.
Like all in the past.
The letter opener
Was precise and manicured,
If dated at the edges,
Like you saw me.
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