At 7.15 pm
I unlock my bicycle
On Horse Guards
And look up to see
A child-like purple octopus
With hands gut-wrenching
Anguish from its mind
Once held in every debating society’s dream
Too many cold eyes interrogate his wake
Captured
Behind a military-grade Jaguar screen
With Land Rover’d entourage
Signaling hopes mangled to the machine
The Birdcage Walk
Trailed into September trees
Remembering childhood autumns
Where neither of us
Will ever again be seen
Too many cold eyes interrogate his wake
Captured
Behind a military-grade Jaguar screen
With Land Rover’d entourage
Signaling hopes mangled to the machine
The Birdcage Walk
Trailed into September trees
Remembering childhood autumns
Where neither of us
Will ever again be seen
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