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With our little ones, we like to show them
the speeding hulks of the emergency services.
Only yesterday, the red blast of a fire-engine
throwing its light like a trim blue weight.
Moments earlier, you gathered up your girl
and dashed to the curb for the black windows
of two white vehicles speeding to A & E.
The howl of squad cars becoming hypnotic . . .
And till now I never wondered what it might
be they learn. You say it’s our concern
for one another: how we share the world
Or perhaps we teach them cowed obedience,
pulling in as they pass. Or maybe it’s no more
than aesthetics, bright lights, caricature.
From 14 No 11 (Feb 2011)