Independent

Then could they ever count you quite like that?
I’ve looked at paved out pansies on the lawns,
All college coloured, like locked ranks of pawns,
And known you, in absentia, dodged the stat -
Think of the place five years ago. They sat
After their mornings chasing other yawns,
A different line of broken legs and Seans
From us and ours, more needed where we’re at.
Back then the banks were cropped about in red,
We would’ve turned up if we had been there.
And now we are, we can’t much care to play -
Well, bear well as you can, this day in May
Before the fortnight’s less than up; repair
The things you have to learn or else to shed.
Inside another head
More things are visible than were before,
The background scene will lift on what I saw
Outside the arching door.
Spoil away; you’re marked down to be chaste
Our ballot needs a salting and a baste.