David Prowse - d. November 28th 2020

When I reach that final road

I will see the black sentinel
shrugging off his cloak 

revealing the hero in green

and white, who bids me stop, 

looks left, right, left again,

then beckons me to cross.

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Luke Rhinehart - d. November 6th 2020

One says ticket to oblivion
Two says dark ignominy
Three's merely a someone
Four is the fate of memory
Five's a critic's absolution
Six says you live in eternity

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Diego Maradona - d. November 25th 2020

This is to mark 

the empty space

you swaggered through,

grass rippling in your wake, 

a squat, lengthening shadow,

half angel, half devil,

hands and feet of a God

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Des O'Connor - d. November 14th 2020

To entertain is to pretend,
not once, but every night,
to be at one with the air,
to hold the note to the end,
leaving a smile like moonlight
shining on an empty chair. 

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Geoffrey Palmer - d. November 6th 2020

Bit of a cock-up
on the being alive front.
I blame the Trotskyists,
Maoists, Guardian readers.
Bleeding hearts. The NHS.  
Bloody foreign surgeons.
Bloodsuckers all.
Bloody disgrace.

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John Sessions - d. November 2nd 2020

We leave little behind

as singular as the heavy

tread of our voice. Find

another voice, find many: 

a chorus of ghosts, sign 

of a craft extraordinary.

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