Poem by Mary Hobson

Junk Food

Sweet-sour pork, Hong-Kong style, couldn’t kill you,
nor could Cadbury’s cream eggs by the box.
When you lay there, so solid and still, you
were strong, they said. Strong as an ox.

That powerful heart should be beating.
Those great arms should be round your wife.
All that loving and laughing and eating
should be feeding your hunger for life.

1. The Counsellors
2. Snow in Zaraisk
3. Waterloo Station
4. Laundry Blues
5. Now I will always know that you died

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