Two Poems
Paul Farley, 1 July 1999
One for the money. Arrangements in green and grey from the window of an empty dining-car. No takers for this Burgundy today apart from me. I’ll raise a weighted stem to my homeland scattering by, be grateful for these easy-on-the-eye, Army & Navy surplus camouflage colours that seem to mask all trace of life and industry; a draft for the hidden dead, our...