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…