Silence Exile and Crumpets

This one will be the epilogue to the entire sequence, and is possibly the only poem to put Keats and that scene from Alien. It also contains an incredibly obvious play on words that I cannot quite believe I have not come across elsewhere.
( Epilogue )

And when this is done, and the second long autobiographical poem, I shall get back to the novel and the book on fantasy film. And not write the string of twenty or so poems about my dead people, because that would mean months of misery.