Village life continues apace

Race around the corners,

Boys abroad

Coasting along the straight,

space for faces, on the

Noticeboard

Calling out as if trapped

behind bars

Cars on the grass like skeletons

Faraway places, silver coins

Foreign tongues and final scores

Closing time

Tiptoe down the railway line

Mind the shit and trains

Shine the light

Isolated shady out-of-towners

Café owners with pebble drives

Anything you want

Can be delivered

Guns mounted under the mirror

Why would you walk?

Do you think you’re going to last forever?

Where the fallen houses lie

The football pitch is a building site

No one plays

In unconsecrated ground

Entire generations turn

In their graves

Names on the cenotaph

Are the same

As under the photograph

Of the football team

Anything you want…