Village life continues apace Race around the corners, Boys abroad Coasting along the straight, space for faces, on the Noticeboard Calling out as if trapped behind bars Cars on the grass like skeletons Faraway places, silver coins Foreign tongues and final scores Closing time Tiptoe down the railway line Mind the shit and trains Shine the light Isolated shady out-of-towners Café owners with pebble drives Anything you want Can be delivered Guns mounted under the mirror Why would you walk? Do you think you’re going to last forever? Where the fallen houses lie The football pitch is a building site No one plays In unconsecrated ground Entire generations turn In their graves Names on the cenotaph Are the same As under the photograph Of the football team Anything you want…