For Janet, with regrets
By Lloyd Graham
How could you possibly have known me?
He you saw was but a fragment
A late-come chimera fit to show
And shock, but not too much
It even had me tricked
I thought my devils dead.
A fools trap
Opened yawning as I reached for you
You the logical choice
The suitable, the obvious
It was, of course, too easy
And we both paid the price.
I have never known such isolation
Two souls in different flesh
Perfectly packaged and sealed


Lloyd Graham was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1961, and lived there until 1982. He then studied in England and did postdoctoral research in Scotland. In 1990, he moved to Sydney, Australia, where he currently works as a research scientist. Most of his prior publications are in journals with gripping titles like 'Archives of Biochemistry and Biophysics', and are not in the least bit poetic.


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