I saw you just now again
After some years
Although we met
Occasionally
Over the years
But not enough
My fault
And my memory is of your
Father and sister
And brothers
And my rather
Protracted speech at my
18th birthday party at Old Meadows.
I was about to go to war.
The important people were there
You,
Rupert Barrington Harbage
You know the others.
All significant, and
a gentleman farmer
John Heatly – who had been
Tasked (I’m sure) by my father
To tell me he watched
His fellows burn to death in
A tank – at Anzio
And of course as a young fuck
I thanked him and continued to war.
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