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.
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