My Kipling ! My father knew him.
When all was respect and quite amazing !
This was what the fella sung
who knew Kipling at Wembley
“Two-one…”
Shall we come along ?
Join up ? Be part of the song ?
A blank wall into which I repeat English.
Weddings, funerals and all religion.
Comes to Sudbury.
It has respect and will carry on.
To discount mortgages
As from these branches sprung –
Something.
Same as anything that is,
that is
“Two-one” to England.
Called this sun,
This fire in them that’s English.
To whom our blessed daughters
rally,
offer their wombs
to a savage and forgetful get-along.
Although I now remember
where you and shall one day lie
together in the hard cold and still fury
of the sitcom.
Quiet then shall be your English.