Apology To C Y Oconnor

Coal-red eyes protruded from your bust As we swaggered in mock-bravado. We were afraid of you Charles And the shadows you cast From within cast shadows. Chinese Apple replacing Adam's And a terry-towelling cap to repel the '02 sun - Resurrected in '74 - It was, Charles, a time of rebellion. Steel-blue Winfields survey the source Of your pipe-dream... How you must detest, yet now, that coinage! And do you see, Charles, From your self-inflicted throne (With inscription below) That it was no pipe-dream? Perhaps death has cured your blindness. I Harbour hope, Charles, With the wisdom I have gained Since '02 Back in '74, That you see your feats fulfilled... And mine forgiven.