(i.m. Knute Skinner)
Oh yes, there is queuing beyond the grave
And sometimes it spills over to this side.
Take the example of Knute Skinner, poet,
Whose voice was stolen by a stroke and who
For two years queued in silence, not quite gone
Beyond the world but inching onwards. Once
I published a piece of his about a driver
Stalled in the top spot of a traffic queue,
But yesterday his family, friends and neighbours,
Assembling in a tumbled Clare graveyard,
Saluted him for getting the green light.