Stephen
"Crate, a normil nighman
Hane a freethy stipe
You veen where musse is Simon
Critch botty trees a wipe."
I first wrote the poem from which that verse was
an extract when my dear wife Enemy died. I wrote
it again in 1978 after hearing of the death of rock
music. I'd like with your kind indulgence to write
it once more. Thank you.
