WASP
With his grisly urchin beside him
What could have happened, what should have
Come! The family will be there
He needed a name like Scruncher or Beezwottle
How the virus retreats
One good bottle. Once a month
And then I will be alone, with books
Rorke's Drift
A feeling in the bowel, the weight of trouble
In just such risings of fire
Beneath the paddle-steamer blades and in a froth of death
There was an unease in his face that mapped the uneasiness
in his mind
He had decided to be magnanimous
She was quite ordinary but with a beautiful secret
A small wine bar with bare floors
He said nothing about America
Vicky started again; from the beginning
He had a thing - a bad thing - about clocks
It was a real place, all wood and gold and smells
SLICE!
He began crying even though that was her job
It was an impressive show of patience
It had worked for a long time, but now it didn't
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