A Carol Ann for a Duffy Christmas
A cold coming they had of it:
the sand soft, the rocks hard;
in their arriving was their departing
and to depart was not to have arrived;
‘No coloured. No camels. No Persians.’
‘Sorry dear we’re full..
try the tents behind the YM..’
In our beginning is our end.
Da. Damyata. Dayadvam.