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In A Pub By The Old Airfield

finishing my third pint
I notice the black and white photos
                                                        B17s
'Fown a bom' las' year big un an all'
I take my change

I want to go
                   I want to go
                   to that place
                   littered with silver
                   feel the earth shake

I will slowly suck my weekly ration of sweets
cradle my knees to my chest

as a crow
eats the guts from a shot rabbit