Marooned for three years, Ben Gunn was
‘sore for Christian diet’. He dreamt of cheese,
Doctor Livesey always had about him
a piece of Parmesan in a snuffbox.
When he heard about the dreams he said,
‘Well, that’s for Ben Gunn!’
But we never find out if the ‘half mad maroon’ savours
the King of Cheeses. Maybe he eats it –
and wishes it were Cheddar.
Note: This poem is a slightly revised version of part of REVELATIONS,