#172 ‘Voting’
What do the boys
do at night?
They put on
boots, we believe,
and climb some
gates and saunter round
the vehicles
that brought electoral
officers to
town. They get chased
back over those
shaky gates,
they drop a
torch,
a spray can of
Lynx deodorant
and disappear
until it’s time to vote
in the middle of
the next day,
when they
arrive, barefoot, sandy,
sleepy headed,
looking for a pencil,
asking if their
names are really listed
there, and how
are they spelled this time,
and is there
anyone worth voting for.
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