Don Pearson (12/01/1950 / England)
He used to sit in the trees
in Park Road,
singing to the old gods
close by the gate to Chiswick House.
He wore his albinism with panache,
whatever they allowed elsewhere,
in this part of London
blackbirds were expected
to make every effort to be black.
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