'At Table' by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

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States of Poetry Victoria - Series Two

'At Table' by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Reviewed by
States of Poetry Victoria - Series Two

In memory of Graham Little

I scribble in cafes, which inspire
                  The forms in which I’m able:
Although invited, I‘ve declined
                  A pizza at that table
For here my good friend slumped, and died
                  On the inert terrazzo.
I sit across the room, turning
                  Perhaps a little pazzo,
Having been eastward yesterday
                  To a further funeral
In a verdure suburb; yet
                  I hardly knew at all
What people do, who live out there,
                  Whether they’re all alive.
Well, back I stay, to write in some
                  Benignly urban dive.

Chris Wallace-Crabbe

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