Sunday poem, for Tony Fomison

Sunday poem, for Tony Fomison

1981 [thinking of Tony Fomison, 1939–1990] Only the two cops will rememberand they’re not talking. ‘Move off, lady’, one came at mewhen I got between you and his baton. They had you across the back of a carduring those ridiculous timeswhen streets were filled with bootsgreat coats, shields, helmets and jumbo bins.The Red Squad screamed round in circleslooking for all our world like some bizarre voodoo ritegone mad in Newmarket. We were the same …