His Last Duchess
Hugh stepped back from the microphone,
his lingering refrain hanging around
like a transfixed cloud in a cobalt sky;
Cases packed, farewells grudgingly given
he walked away from the crowds.
The last song singing itself quietly
inside the mind that was moving on,
an ear-worm to an era ending;
for the past is never gone.
‘’And the Rodneys are queuing up,
God forbid…’
