of your backside than your face,
kept like a well-tended grave.
This was the long and short of it all;
a rustle of silks, the rumbling pall
of hooves, the going good, the fall.
All the people celebrated in these Otwituaries have, in some way or other, had an effect on me, positive or otherwise...
Sorry sir, too scruffy, too dumb,
too normal. I saw the Queen
of the Night, movie star on each arm,
laughing as she exited by a side door.