ENTRENCHED

somewhere along Breck Road South,
there should be a fine line gouged
in the tarmac, a short straight
line drawn by one Mr. Walker,
my Pure Maths teacher, who said
that in fact there’s no such
thing as eternity, or a
curved line. He was
a Tommy in the Great
War, and knew
whose side
he was on
and it
isn’t
mine.

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