one scoop of mashed potato,"
came the daily order
through the serving hatch to the kitchen,
same man, same dinner,
every day for years,
Davy from the bus depot,
old hand, nobody's fool,
in the local chippy
where I worked after school.
"One steak for Davy, no gravy,
one scoop of mashed potato,"
an epitaph for a simple man
who had no fear of a frying pan.
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