I remember when Patrick Kavanagh
asked, ‘Who killed James Joyce?’

And they’ll publish Jack’s old notes
now he doesn’t have a voice.
It keeps the money coming in.

All those years ago when I met Bill
in the Tottenham Court Road
he said, ‘You know, you’d be
surprised at the lengths to which
they’ll go to prove a point, even
when they don’t know the script.’

I heard them on the radio. 
It was like a red top orgy,
inside a misquoted story.

I made a pot of tea
and wrote some poetry.