For Hananiah

Michael Peach

Wild horses couldn’t drag you away,
But now that you’ve gone
I hope you’re riding them –
And not only horses;
And are feasting and drinking and singing
And tap dancing and pole vaulting
And beaming…
Beaming…
Beaming.

Jerusalem
5 October 2004

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