AS SHE GOES by David Erdos - Poem 17 from THE PEOPLES PRISON
Poem 17 from THE PEOPLES PRISON AS SHE GOES And after (Harold) Budd, Babs, a different human beauty, One made of strength and survival and of course The feted breasts of her youth. But before that, Her birth in a poor part of London, ravaged by war And the absence of a Dad she adored, her lost truth. From the blitz came the glitz of post war showbusiness, Tawdry perhaps but entrancing to this bright city bird Who flew through dim rooms, sparking said dark With her laughter; a never sorry near Dolly, generous With a handful and a pleasing curve none could spurn. Her talent carried her, as a singer and actress, from Soho To Stratford and back again to the Strand. By way Of Pinewood and Cheam, Camber Sands, Eastbourne, Morecambe, a Gracie Fields for the Sixties who died Fighting a war she’d not planned. And yet she lived That former London life at full thrust, as a friend To the Krays, spliced to Ronnie. Wh...
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