Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
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<strong>Crannóg</strong> <strong>No</strong> 7 winter 2004<br />
Anthony Kenneth Hickey<br />
Anthony, always with<br />
Three and a half cigarettes<br />
For anyone who was short.<br />
Limping with his bad leg,<br />
The metal burnt,<br />
To English's corner<br />
To meet the other members of Dad's Army,<br />
But couldn't make the walks.<br />
He put butter in his hair<br />
When he ran out of Brylcream.<br />
I watched his wife cut his ear<br />
As she played the barber<br />
In that small warm kitchen,<br />
Both standing,<br />
Circling,<br />
Courting butterflies.<br />
He tended the strawberries,<br />
Falling in terraces,<br />
Across the banks of my father's garden,<br />
Below the little shed,<br />
Where neighbours told me horror stories.<br />
Wouldn't use the fancy cane<br />
They bought for him.<br />
The others might think he had money.<br />
Those final days the hardest.<br />
Thinking the TV presenter was talking to him.<br />
Convinced the workmen<br />
In the street outside<br />
Were Natzis trying to blow him up.<br />
Back in Sheffield 1941 again.<br />
Screaming at his wife<br />
To get out of their bed.<br />
What kind of man did she take him for ?<br />
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