CHRIS SEARLE recommends a work of love and deep admiration for a great musician
Alan Buckley - Scum, 15/04/89
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Scum
15/04/89
Alan Buckley
I lay on the turf, under a steely sky.
No one picked my pockets. No one pissed
on me. The copper who gave me the kiss
of life wasn't beaten up. I died,
that's the truth; and though I'd never known
such closeness, our bodies like beans in a can,
when the air was squeezed from me I died alone.
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