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‘Churchill ~ no further deterioration’
the cup hesitated at his lip
as it often did when he read the paper
his rough hands steadying the news
his worker’s dinner secondary to a thought
there was i learning by watching
imitating his brogue
my tongue a nipple between my lips
succour in this moment’s picture
set me in time for all time
that’s it
no before
no after
Churchill died
my father died
as this picture will when i do
the cup met his lip
he turned my page
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