He is often here,
blue pencilling
unfiltered notions.
Advising on context,
he is the foremost
expert on other hands,
telling me when my
language is out of date
and most likely to offend.
I slip one under the wire
now and then, when he
is out looking for history.
Tony Noon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem