Thursday, 25 March 2010

The Battle of Sefton Park.



Swan wings draw rainbows in the lake


We choose a colour and paint our faces


Battle lines drawn in public parks


In the wide open and council tax places.


Squirrels collect all the empty shells


Then ants march off to fill with munitions


Pigeons swoop like Spitfires ready to bomb


We’re the target for the doves of Dresden.




We take cover in the smoking bandstand


They won’t share their fags, and call us losers


The weather vein’s arrow swings and points at me


It says W-E, but I don’t feel included.


We have swords of twigs on the pirate ship


Until a protest of ducks calls us to Pan


And outside that palace of palms and glass


We surrendered arms to the Valentine ghost and ran.
Then the stars looked dim, like energy saving bulbs


As we lay milk bottle daisies on statue steps


We’ll live to fight another day I guess


If mum will let us out to play tomorrow.


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