What could we do,
you coming all the way
down to London
(day return) and me
learning fast
for exams? Looking up
from atomic spectra,
I said ‘A walk,’
but I honestly
never planned
on bellowing men,
or a band,
or horse-drawn
guns. Twenty-one
near seismic
bangs, then
my desk
and your train. Rest
for the horses, pints
for that military sweat.
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