wet Northwich 7-15 pm Sunday 18th April 2004 I sit at dusk thinking of politicians tricks allusions of theirs and of others already in prominence this dirty end to Sunday sunset casts a fiery glow over roof top to crash upon the south wall of my front room I see red........ (at last at last at last, I write) ======== at last at last at last at last when we lay them to rest at last they can be themselves at last with the last shovel of earth at last they will be left to consume their unread bibles page by page and be at last done with the holy charade ( at last ) |