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Warwick Dalzell
Warwick was born in Co Down and taught for a time in Northern Ireland.
He sought his fortune in Africa, but returned home penniless. After another stint at the chalkface, he went to London. There he met Peter O'Loughlin who advised him to head for Australia, where he lived on and off for forty years. He is now a frequent pilgrim to the old country.
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The Dead Man by Warwick
Dalzell
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I had never seen
A dead man,
But my friend
Whispered,
鈥淐ome and see my father.
He died only yesterday.鈥
I entered the dead room
And tiptoed
Round the coffin,
Afeard I might waken him,
Staring hard
At the flour white face
Of his father,
Dressed in his Sunday suit,
But very still.
I thought of mine
And breathed relief,
He was so well.
There was pink
On the dead lips
And rose on the cheeks.
And I thought, 鈥淗e looks better
Than before
He died.鈥
And I wondered
Would I?
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