In inscriptions, dates and confidences,

Preserved, rallied, referenced.

                A high up misrule

At angle.

                Echoed a hoped for

Resurrection.

                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?