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Unseen Poem    OK. Turn the page. Right, here goes …  The first line’s straightforward, I suppose.  At least I know what the words all mean.  It has an AA BB rhyming scheme.    What’s that French word for when one line   runs into the next? Jambon? Never mind.  Susan Jenkins is smiling, I bet she knows.  Oh great! Now the rhymes have disappeared    and the language is getting more caliginous  by the stanza. The voice keeps changing.   At first, it was confident. But now it’s confused  uncertain (?) and … hesitant?    and as for this bit   what was the poet even thinking?    (I can only think   they must have been drinking)    Susan Jenkins needs more paper.   I hate her. There are ten minutes left.  What’s this poem all about anyway?   No idea. I shall just have to guess.    I’ll say it’s a metaphor for death.  Brian Bilston