On safe earth.
Epilogue
He Loves Me; He Loves Me Not
“Harold Wilson he loves
me he gave me
a gun in my time
of need to shoot
my rebellious brother. Edward
Heath he loves
me not he's promised a gun
to his sharpshooting
brother viewing me
crazily through ramparts
of white Pretoria…. It
would be awful
if he got me.” It was
awful and he got
him. They headlined it
on the BBC spreading
indignation through the
world, later that day
in emergency meeting his
good friend Wilson and Heath
his enemy crossed swords
over him at Westminster
and sent posthaste Sir Alec to Africa
for the funeral.
Dereliction
I quit the carved stool
in my father's hut to the swelling