Certificate 18

I'm not sure what its classed as but its about being left..again.

On the table, there's a few piles, of paper , on some of them, in some place, the silver dust is scratched away, and where the halides and tones are gone there's a sharp, clean incisive cut

The kettle's on, and now I've shot the glow into you on this unexpectedly yellow spring day - us holding coats and jumpers in the shock of its sudden hot coming - your undoing

I remember when the bomb was dropped on Thrapston Road.