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Kaddish<\/strong><\/p>\n And Joseph\u2019s hand shall close your eyes.<\/em><\/p>\n There, and memory read in them.<\/p>\n So That is the thanks for this one kindness, in prayer<\/p>\n to save. David Pollard<\/strong> has been furniture salesman, accountant, TEFL teacher and university lecturer. He has published books on Keats and Nietzsche as well as 5 books of poetry. He divides his time between Brighton on the South coast of England and a village on the Rias of Galicia. Further information can be found at davidpollard.net<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Kaddish And Joseph\u2019s hand shall close your eyes. There, beyond the brink and generations are the dead houses filled with eyes closed by the hands of sons first borne into the written wonder of the light who know they will be mourned and memory read in them. So gently between the fingers […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10279","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10279","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10279"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10279\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10281,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10279\/revisions\/10281"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10279"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10279"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10279"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbeyond the brink
\nand generations
\nare the dead houses
\nfilled with eyes
\nclosed by the hands of sons first borne
\ninto the written wonder of the light
\nwho know they will be mourned<\/p>\n
\ngently between the fingers
\nand with the honour
\nof a final touch
\nputs dust upon his father\u2019s final flesh
\nand close his eyelids to the world
\nand grant his birthright.<\/p>\n
\nfor we might do the dead some favours
\nwho have retired into Gehenna
\nleaving that son to loose his words<\/p>\n
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