Conti’s
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Bruno Conti’s uncle
had a chippy
in Amble.
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Mediterranean moustache
smart white coat
& folded arms
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as the cod
straight off the grey North Sea
sizzled in batter
¶ 4
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like the ticker-tape
reception for the Azzuri
or the distant commentary
¶ 5
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from the T.V. set
in the front room
donned in 70s wallpaper
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silent pride wrong side of Hadrian’s frontier
the bright trawlers are tethered to the harbour walls
the pit head wheels are in museums.
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