Vanity. Ares

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“Goy!” and an “Uncircumcised gentile!” she said
whilst even spitting once. "You Philistines throw
your wad anywhere!" she added for good
measure, just before I left the flat. Of course I
had places to be, so I left. I wanted to take
flowers to the funeral; a morning glory or roses,
as Claire did in fact like roses, and KFC chicken,
unfortunately, but my life took me away
physically and the flowers were never laid at her
funeral, and in a way my mind had no chance to
conclude this issue.
Now on the tour, I got close to the sax
player, Rambone, a posh, gregarious fat fella who
was a great conversationalist, and was well read
too, particularly in poetry as when we went
clubbing and toured he used to recite poem’s by
famous writer’s and one in particular struck me,
he said it was by “Esteban Aurelio” and it went:
'Bit divisive I am.
Often asked if I am indecisive,
As I was unsure,
read the saws;
So now can I see?
Start a religion:
Tithes and offerings key,
For Churches where hospitals should be;
A bird in the sky is fanciful to me...'
I think that poem stuck with me most because he
told me that the Poet had won a Noble prize for
literature, and at that time I was uneducated in
every way so this spurred me on to find out about
such things. Rambone lent me some of his books
on the tour, and after that point I read a little, but
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