‘She knows she has a curse on her,
A curse she cannot win.
For is someone gets
Too close to her,

The pins stick farther in.’

I have owned this book for at least nine years, and every time I pick it up afresh it seems entirely new to me.
I don't give much merit to Burton's poetry itself, but The Melancholy Death of Oyster boy is a quirky little book, and will remain on my shelf, hopefully, for many years to come.