A delayed snap this: it happened last Wednesday. It was a challenge to write.
The Prelim.
After the hand-held little boxes of the metal-detectors
had lightly hoovered up and down us at an airy distance,
on benches marked not for us but for press we waited
as a restless rustle of first thing chat and paper settled.
And all rose all sat then a remote video link brought on
from a warden's hand her still some mother's son to not
guilty plead to lap-top, pin-stripe, and synthetic peruke.
Outside we smoked awhile, and talked, smoked, spoke.
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David Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
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