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It has been widely known,

my erotic predilection for the cemeteries

and the other places of death,

how in cemeteries I always yearn to copulate

the smell of earth, elder, pine

what greater honour than to copulate

on their graves

what greater ode to life than

our varying sauces expelled

and oozed into the loam

where they lay for eternity

how in the Denne Road Cemetery

in Horsham, West Sussex,

during a lunch hour nearly

twenty years ago I had

knelt in front of a strangers

grave and masturbated at the

foot of the headstone

after purchasing 69 Love Songs

in Our Price.