Poems tagged ‘Gazza’

Nessun Dorma (none shall sleep)

Before the cock crowed
they sat you down
for one last supper,

I’d followed every feint
and weave across
a Formica television stand,
peerless on luminous grass.

What sweet betrayal it was…
that sting of yellow,

those sobs,
those broken-hearted sobs –
a lion in the night.


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