Tuesday, 01 September 2009

THE CAPTAIN 

Bald centaur,
Sperm-donor,
Polo was your passion. 

Your study smelled
Of cigarettes
And embrocation. 

Soon after you died
I found in a back corridor
A bookcase crammed
With tales of the Great War. 

You were gassed. 

You survived. 

You lived your real life
Before I knew you.