"And the Lambs"
Sharp teeth open
(Well it's a white morning)
Sheep that will eat by bone
Jaws are grand axes
Uz is allays bein sinful Uz is fed up wiv it clamit Satan
(this, I'm not sure why, is one of my favourites of Bill's poems.)
Bill was a good friend and one of the best poets I've known. I didn't see him very often, but it was always a pleasure to hang out with him when he was in town, or when our paths crossed at festivals etc. His commitments to both radical poetics and radical politics are an example to us all.