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JIM ARKELL

Octave for Kenneth M.

For months he was far too ill

to drive down here but he did.

Arriving, he was shaky, sweaty;

collapsed twice coming up the stairs.

Still he insisted on having sex.

George Pell may not like it but

it was love. Of the sweetest kind.

Losing him I half-lost my mind.