DEAD KING’S BRIDGE

Uncle John

dusty and red, rose

to his feet, leaped

out of the bottle

and into the night

 

 

over knoll

and thorn

the walkway

stone, in-

toning

 

 

For yesterwine of childhood

moonlight of my youth

to swallow both as cordially

as –

 

 

On Dead King’s Bridge

he paused, on

rail

his hand

 

 

as boy with new-cut tooth

 

and poured himself in

the river

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5 thoughts on “DEAD KING’S BRIDGE

    1. Thanks. Like many advanced addicts, it’s more the caffeine that I’m after, sadly, than the pedigree. If mouthwash contained coffee, I’d probably drink it.

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