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On the first looking into Pete Hellams’ Mr. Flood’s Party
(With thanks to 20th century prime poets)

Turning and turning
On the late 20th century spit,
The Watchers cannot see the painting.
Old Mr. Flood,
With your ravaged eyes,
Do you dare to eat a peach?
Do you have promises to keep?
Have you heard the mermaids
Singing each to each?
As I survey the world you used to know:
Pictures hanging on a faded wall,
Bridge across remembered mountain stream,
I wonder,
Did you , one day, find
Ten years had got behind you?
I think not.
Were you a rider of birches?
One could do worse than be
A rider of birches,
Couldn’t one?
Is earth indeed the right place for love?
Can you think of a place
Where it’s likely to go better?
So go you on,
On your last party night:
If you will but knock on the many doors
That you thought strangers long ago had closed –
I think you will find comrades waiting there:
Buffalo Bill is not defunct;
And the sun is eclipsed by the moon….

Thomas Walker

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