NOVEMBER THE SIXTH
The firemen go past
here all the time.
Blue light flashing
siren sounding.
They reach their destination
drive round the block
radio in:
"It's another false alarm."
In the morning you walk
past an empty house.
The doors are charred
the glass in the window frames
has gone.
It smells like
November the sixth.
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PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED IN MY PAMPHLET:
'COWARDY CUSTARDS LAST STAND IN SALFORD'
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