D. C. Andersson grew up in Southern Sweden and North Kent, and was educated at Oxford University and the Warburg Institute. 
The practice of law keeps credit-card shaped wolves from his door. He lives, very happily, with George. 

 

Love After The Trenches

			11th November 1937


I’ll buy one, positioned where you’d expect-
The front lapel, and not pinned round the back-
But Joe, my lover, trenches comrade, died:  
A twist of silent tongues about a blackened eye.
I’ve urinous lust, and underground meets.
Keep your poppies; let me kiss in the streets.