The spirit

of Oliver Reed, actor

supreme who passed away,

but never the opportunity

to drink,

sits quietly in the corner

in The Pub, Valletta

in serenity. It is a memory

I keep as I let my mind wander

as I watch Nathan pull

the local beer as the Maltese

songbird serenades the night;

Oliver Reed’s spirit shuffles

in contemplation

and all is quiet in

Archbishop Street.

Ian D. Hall 2016