R U OK?

No, don’t worry about me – I’ll be fine –
I’ll survive - the Happy Prince flensed of gold leaf,
the Good Thief that got into Heaven and robbed
God blind, the freezing South Sea Islander
in the Arctic – I will get by, by and by.

The one drunk left amid the benches
so you don’t have to, the badly painted ikon
of no-one’s favourite saint – this I do for you,
Captain Oates going on a no-prandial passageata,
Harlequin with a Kalashnikov – think of me,

but do not pity me nursing my fresh flesh wounds
and the sky explodes and the walls fall in;
the star that lights my path is somewhat dim,
being tarnished tinsel – I’ll muddle on…

And in any case, I’ll be fine…

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