Two Poems
Christopher Reid, 1 September 2005
“... notice)? Some nook of Dante’s Hell waits toasty-warm for them, no doubt, but meanwhile for the unknown hero it’s a case of ‘smile, boys, that’s the style!’ Ever thus . . . Neddy lets his Poetry Gazette flop to the floor. Flashing teeth, he’ll show them yet. One last swig, and he rests his mug with an untidy clunk and teaspoon jitter. The clock ... ”