Sunday In ’74

in the jigger
behind nan’s house
among the dustbins
and mopbuckets
we once found a car
obviously stolen
a day or two before
driven or ridden for joy
by bigger boys
perhaps at some point
pristine and prized
it provided lovers
a safe haven
or rolled along the
prom prom prom
at Southport
on bank holidays
but to us
now burnt and battered
stripped and torn
its dead husk
lived again in glory
as a tank to fight
the jirmins
at El Alamein
like our grand-dads did.

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