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What Passing Bells
A policeman blocks the road so I stop
Taken from 'New Poetries V'...and tut and tap the wheel and find a sweet and scrape it through its wrapper with my teeth. More cars stop. Then bright rustling up the street from snare drums and some reedy trumpet calls remind us all what day it is. In front the noise grows to a wail. The band files past, the soldiers, local groups, then ranks of kids half out of time, with backs and shoulders stiff, some looking at us looking at them for just long enough to say a thousand words in glares. They don’t remember any wars but TV ones, and nor (confess) do you: just TV wars, most justice-compromised in barren lands, for rich commodities I’m using up, a quiet friend by my side with best intentions, clothes from Oxfam shops, our flask packed for a cold stroll by the sea. |
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