A VISIT TO A SIGNAL BOX
(Composed prior to 1971; from manuscript held by B. Burke)They’re all-electric levers in the newer type of box
but ours of course are Manual, with stirrup interlocks
like giant beer-pump handles. They’d look well done up in pot
with roses intertwining. “Ding-ding-ding”. That’s the “Scot”.
Like giant beer-pump handles, aye. You like to ’ave a go?
Pull off Number Seven there. It’s heavy? Aye, I know!
That’s the “Outer Distant”. I’ve pulled off the “Home” mysen.
We’ve gone and drawn a heady brew. Just wait a minute then …
The Bell? - A private telegraph (We’re a most exclusive club)
I’m passing on the message to another sober pub.
…. Sithee, Look! – The “Midday Scot”, and foaming at the head
a streamlined Coronation, glowing gorgeous Guinness Red!
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