Poem: For Whom

She walked past and I remembered her from one moment. Me, drunk on New Year’s Eve, I ripped the bell from the front door and then ran to town clanging it, yelling “bring out your dead”, thinking myself so funny.

Some 25 years on I wouldn’t say I’m awful. I’ve done a lot of bad shit, atoned for much of it, and the only times I’m reminded is when it’s a gi…