missed
grizzled white drawn back
and ghosted grey
across this pebbled shore
never no more this way
this hackneyed spirit
will sit or spit bombast
but slipped away on this day
in a dusky ghostly roar
say that he went at last
i saw him go
no more say
he is no more
just the roar
through the door
ajar to the tide
of his last ride
ahoy there
langland boy
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