Strange how the world turns out
All those little islands left behind -
Kenny Dalgleish balancing on a three-penny piece,
Firing off miracles for an action replay -
Armstrong in aluminium long-johns
Practising the perfect phrase for a one-legged job -
Trueman, all fire, belt and belly
Mashing the earth with brylcreamed hair.
Strange how the world turns out -
Watching choirs of African tits on the B movie
And knowing the difference,
Trembling in a playground to see if the sky would burn -
Numb with exposure to the bullet-blown
Black-white broken dreams of King Kennedy -
Once readied, we were steadied and gone.
Strange
How the world turns.