Summer grass is shoulder high once more, / higher than my sons will ever be.
As was his custom at
/ approx. 9a.m. he returned
/ from the yard for coffee,
/ would plant his cap on the
/ silver salver on the…
Gone doun ae Sunday to the back-green
/ to take her washing in, my wife was raped
/ up the back-passage by an unseen
With a ragged diamond
/ of shattered plate-glass
/ a young man and his girl
/ are falling backwards into a shop-window.
/ The young man’s face
/ is bristling…