Another Country

It's gone.

England, their England

that never-never land

of long-summered cricket

on the green and

draymen on the lane.

A place, shining,

just shining in jolly-jolly fun

of short-trousered Williams

in the school and

violets at the gate.

I saw waving,

They're still waving:

a stolen, tattered flag

- T-shirted patriots in the street

with violence in their face.