Lefty Caligari’s Cap
We’ve hung you railway man’s cap
over the edge of the radiator.
It still smells of you, your odour,
which isn’t at all unpleasant.
You’ve been dead a whole year now
and your cap has become a talisman,
an object of our devotion,
our unending love for you and yours.
Most days we sense your presence
and you are never very far away.
You rarely took your peaked
cap off when you were vitally alive.
Now we must re-invent you over,
you are far and near and as the months
go by your enduring legacy lives on
in all of us, never ceases amazing us.
Mark A. Murphy’s first full length collection, Night-watch Man & Muse was published in 2013 by Salmon Poetry,