INTIMATIONS
I hung the bicycle from the wall-hooks.
Everything in this loft was ship-shape
order. The news was not good : the
television blared both death and war,
and the doctor I'd just spoken with
had said one of those at least.
Errol was doomed.
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What mattered in my mind was what
mattered least : what to do and how?
The knowledge of approaching death
is somehow not the same as Death itself;
one you can touch and caress, while the
other you run from and hide. Which was
this? I couldn't decide
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