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   Sebastian Schloessingk




           HANDOVER


The Queen has passed the dream baton on.
Its no longer the Queen offering one
tea on a tartan rug, herself strangely supple,
knees to the side. Or the Queen, her handbag
laid faintly gruff beside her, on the passenger
seat of the camper van, burrowing into France.
I suppose shes not the archetype she was.
Its Putin one now hangs out with
in a Bucharest caf, with talk of
going on to a club he knows.
And in this role, and pale windcheater,
hes surprisingly - affable, gets almost
personal, almost raises his eyes -
good value and unthreatening, I have found.