Poem by Mary Hobson

Death and the Biker

I’d give my life to hear you
executing the Moonlight Sonata;
You as executioner,
Beethoven as martyr.
You loving the sense
of incongruity,
white music, black leather,
tongue tense,
a parody of assiduity,
holding your few bars together.

1. The Counsellors
2. Now I will always know that you died
3. Another Winter in Zaraisk…
4. Snow in Zaraisk
5. Meditations on Marcus Aurelius

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