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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


David was born in Wales (UK) of Italian roots and studied at the University of Liverpool. Cestrian Press has published his two poetry collections First Cut (2012) and Hiding in Shadows (2014). He writes in English, Welsh and Italian and his blog may be found on

David Subacchi


Don't Let Them see It

This afternoon we washed his gravestone
With a sponge for cleaning cars
Watched shining water trickle
In streams across the marble
Cleaned away rotting flowers
Replaced them with fresh ones
Plucked a few weeds
Generally tidied up

I nodded in his direction
Before we left him to it
That was always his way
Not showing much emotion
"Don't let them see it" he would say
And I felt a little better
Though we miss him every day.