Kit Wright(b. 1944)
My Version
I hear that since you left me
Things go from bad to worse,
T h a t the G o o d Lord, quite rightly,
H a s set a signal c u r s e
On you, your h o u s e and lover.
(I learn, moreover, he
Proves twice as screwed-up, selfish
And sodden, dear, as me.)
They say your days are tasteless,
Flattened, disjointed, thinned.
Across the waste my absence,
Love's skeleton, has grinned.
Perfect. I trust my sources
Of information are sound
Or is it just s o m e worthless r u m o u r
I've been spreading round
WENDY CPE
b. 1945