September song: Poem of the day

September SongBY GEOFFREY HILL Undesirable you may have been, untouchableyou were not. Not forgottenor passed over at the proper time.As estimated, you died. Things marched,sufficient, to that end.Just so much Zyklon and leather, patentedterror, so many routine cries.(I have madean elegy for myself itis true)September fattens on vines. Rosesflake from the wall. The smokeof harmlessContinue reading “September song: Poem of the day”