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Your support makes all the difference.Uncle Aubrey is dying. On the line
pummelled by sheet-steel winds
night-clothes bluster and bulge.
Talk to him, cheer him up, says Olwyn
so I tell him I have played on the moor
and seen hawks plucking at mice.
Hands pared to bone, he rubs knuckles
and remembers dead cousins
dead drunk at Christmas.
His head is too heavy for his neck
and his eyes yellow with sickness
too clotted to take me in.
He is dying in Welsh. It is part of me
singing somewhere in my blood
voices of sickness and rain.
Our poems today and tomorrow come from `The Piano on Fire' (pounds 6.99), the winning entries from the 1998 poetry competition in `The New Writer' magazine (PO Box 60, Cranbrook TN17 2ZR)
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