Ron Berry

Quietly we walked out single file,
Went separate ways. Ron, the words
Survive, the words that no-one reads,

But a year will come when the bookshelves gleam
Like marble cut with your name.
Out of print for thirty years

You fashioned each page
As a rune against mendacity,
Unlovely spirit of the age,

Gathered your fragments, making them real,
Willing us to see as you had seen.
I homed out of the gates still counting green.

Robert Minhinnick, in correspondance with Ron

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