What a name for a boy-
Montague Rainbow-
To hear that young November.
A roll-call of the school dead
Dully read to us
As we shuffled and yawned.
But now at forty and more
He stays in my head,
No grand arch offering hope
Instead an oil slicked puddle -
A mess to tread through -
A name with no meaning left.
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