the slow demise of Albert Soul
( Trod / aNun )
The adagio
of Schubert's Quintet in C ,
written close to His death,
hold momentary silences,
where an audience
feel things momentous :
Schubert's suffering
at His end;
or fear of their own mortality.
Stirred in me,
the painful memory
of the passing of Albert Soul ,
a pal of mine,
whom I beat to a pulp
for nicking my running shoes
:
MY STOLEN NIKE NIK YESMOLTEN
NIK GRIFFIN
ALBERT TATLOCK / DAVID SOUL
FRANNY SHOE-BERT
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