In inscriptions, dates and confidences,
Preserved, rallied, referenced.
A high up misrule
Echoed a hoped for
I knew your voice.
Paid for at entry.
There was fire drill:
For the grave has its own music
Flat and wasted,
A note frozen behind cypresses.
This electric horse you spoke of,
Had it any reference to the way
I looked upon you
Riding along the Westway?