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A Wild Duck on the Thames
That singular duck died along that shore
And yet its shadow sails across the screen
Deep black against yellow, a sunset scene
A quacking intro to Saint Thomas More
Ducks die, and martyrs too, but still the Thames
Flows languidly to London and the sea
This water-song of our Island history
Our scurrilous ballads and sacred hymns
Sung merrily past monuments in stone
In praise of our Island’s Altars and Throne
(And there are waterfowl)
Cf. the opening credits of A Man for All Seasons, 1966
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