TRAIN
xi.
Remembering
How after the event the famous
poet
entertained in a broad brogue
They
were all Protestants and they all walked like that
his back bent over his knees
buckled his arms reaching
like the men who had carted
cement most of their lives
He was sixteen his first job he
lasted a day
His wife the musician said simply
near my ear
Oh
he’s well oiled
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