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No Candles<\/strong><\/p>\n There were no candles The priest tried Afterwards <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n David Subacchi<\/strong> lives in Wrexham, North Wales.\u00a0 He was born in Aberystwyth of Italian roots and Cestrian Press has published two collections of his poems. First Cut<\/em> (2012) and Hiding in Shadows<\/em> (2014).\u00a0 He is an active member of Chester Poets and Liverpool\u2019s Dead Good Poets. Blog http:\/\/www.writeoutloud.net\/profiles\/davidsubacchi <\/a>Twitter@DavidSubacchi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" No Candles There were no candles Around your coffin And the church was cold No altar boys to carry Cross and holy water It was I suppose A school day The priest tried To say good things About you, although They were a bit generic I went to the sanctuary To ring […]<\/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-7822","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7822","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=7822"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7822\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7824,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7822\/revisions\/7824"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7822"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7822"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7822"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAround your coffin
\nAnd the church was cold
\nNo altar boys to carry
\nCross and holy water
\nIt was I suppose
\nA school day<\/p>\n
\nTo say good things
\nAbout you, although
\nThey were a bit generic
\nI went to the sanctuary
\nTo ring the bell
\nAs the altar boy
\nWould have done<\/p>\n
\nLingering outside
\nLoading the hearse
\nI imagined you there
\nShaking your head
\nAn unlit cigarette
\nIn one hand
\nCar keys in the other.<\/p>\n