Don't be put off by the title - the poem is in English and dead easy to read! You get a cocktail of humour and sadness as a picture is pieced together of a person who died from Aids. This is one of the best books I have ever read - and that's from a poetry phobic!
light-headed with caffeine,
at the light-oak coffin,
wondering what I feel, where I stand....
I watch the coffin vanish
to Mozart on tape, its varnish
about to come up in blisters
and burst into a boa
of full-length, rustling fire,
just as we reach the Dies Irae.
from A La Recherche du Temps Perdu
