Three Poems
Andrew Motion, 28 June 1990
“... The Vision of that Ancient Man I was taking a piss when the dredger rode over our pleasure like a swan rogering its mate, and we all sank down-a-down. The porthole groaned and held ... the light went sick ... and eventually something shitty erupted out of the can and I was a dead man. But I lived. Unlike my mate I lived, and without her I can’t tell one thing from t’other ... ”