Over 40 years
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Joel Lane, from The Autumn Myth

The Message

Halfway along Station Street
in the meltdown of closing time,

a mute prayer is given up
like a final showing of cards

or a nest of birds, startled,
trying to break from cover:

four rat-arsed, deaf soccer fans,
hands in the air, signing a chant.