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Poem for John Willett

POEM FOR JOHN WILLETT

The silver ferry stitches England and France together
in watery threads.

A still life lies on a plate in the garden-
tomato, wedge of sunlight, French bread.

Someone is singing Brecht’s Hymn of Hate
in the key of Z.

The bullshit piles up in London Town
just like he said.

Oh, show us the way to the next good bar
and open the white and the red.

The silver ferry stitches England and France together
in watery threads.

The best of men is dead.

CAROL ANN DUFFY