Great Regulars: The British critic Angela Leighton has

called [Roy Fisher's] "The Entertainment of War" "one of the coldest elegies ever composed," but it seems so only because the poet refuses to embellish the feelings of his 10-year-old persona, acknowledging instead something no adult could admit: "And the end of the whole household meant that no grief was seen;/Never have people seemed so absent from their own deaths." That's not entirely true:

But my grandfather went home from the mortuary
And for five years tried to share the noises in his skull,
Then he walked out and lay under a furze-bush to die.

The grief wasn't actually absent, only protracted.

from Ange Mlinko: The Nation: Hard Against Time: On Roy Fisher

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