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This poem is taken from PN Review 125, Volume 25 Number 3, January - February 1999.

Four Poems P.J. Kavanagh

After Visiting Westwell Churchyard
(for Colette Clark)

When Faith and Likelihood collide
you hear no sound, you're looking at a screen
gone suddenly blank, your computer's down
and years and memories lie coiled inside
unwinking, uninforming green.

You feel yourself transparent, like these fish
which, heads against the current, flick and strain.
Your Self drained colourless, your Self as seen
filmed by a lens and called 'Blankminded Man
Outside a pub beside the Windrush'.

Two talking friends, loved women, briefly gone
to view another church, leave me alone
to work out on a broken-down machine
(and with this fishlike sense of waking sleep)
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