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blind beggars<\/strong><\/p>\n on Ronnie Kray’s funeral<\/em><\/p>\n 1.<\/p>\n The great madman, trapped Florid petals pour passing between life mould whitening meat. the mourners all had wreaths. The unfound dead <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Grant Tarbard<\/strong> has worked as a computer games journalist, a contributor to football fanzines, an editor, a reviewer and an interviewer. He is now the editor of The Screech Owl.<\/em> His work can be seen in such magazines as The Rialto, The Journal, Southlight, Sarasvati, Earth Love, Mood Swing, Puff Puff Prose Poetry & Prose, Postcards Poetry and Prose, Playerist 2, Lake City Lights, The Open Mouse, Miracle, Poetry Cornwall, I-70, South Florida Review, Zymbol<\/em> and Decanto.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" blind beggars on Ronnie Kray’s funeral 1. The great madman, trapped in a headache, whizzed from weeds pulled out of the soil’s bunting, a bouquet of red fire. Florid petals pour grotesque painted skulls and trombones played in the disjointed songs of old pearly dears passing between life and disfigured death on […]<\/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-7850","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7850","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=7850"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7850\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7853,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7850\/revisions\/7853"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7850"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7850"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7850"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin a headache, whizzed
\nfrom weeds pulled out of
\nthe soil’s bunting, a
\nbouquet of red fire.<\/p>\n
\ngrotesque painted skulls
\nand trombones played in
\nthe disjointed songs
\nof old pearly dears<\/p>\n
\nand disfigured death
\non the old kettle
\ncreeping boulevard,
\nthe wolves will scent the<\/p>\n
\nPoor crimson petal
\ncovered madman with
\nhis cheap black suited
\nEast End funeral,<\/p>\n
\nstained glass Chelsea grins.
\nYellow skeletons
\nleer into the hearse
\nand wither all the<\/p>\n
\nmarch like soldiers and
\nraise their heads again
\nticked in seaweed cockles
\nand headlong concrete.<\/p>\n