I read

your biography, hand stamped

and correction liquid filled

till the paper stuck like glue

and the pictures,

all glory, had your head

on the shoulders of giants.

I heard your authorised memoir

through my ears and the hairs

wilted under the pressure, singed

by facts and figures

quoted by this somewhere man

whose ego arrives an hour

before his life;

I took your words and I let them blow away

into the sunset, a history, not secret,

no tale too tall which you could

not expand, heroic, oh mighty man.

Ian D. Hall 2018