Robert Verdon, #116, The Me Who Might Have Been

one who had a respectable trade

and a shitload of money an hour from it

yet loved the tools of their trade

more than the trade

and knew Hopkins’s ‛Pied Beauty’

though no poet …

who said if a job’s worth doing

it’s worth doing well,

and got stuck into the pipes or the electrics,

but sometimes spent the hour

staring at cockatoos

shrieking from treetop to treetop.