Education privatised,
For the good of the rich,
A decade on, no state’ll exist..
Ahead of me one empty sat-down seat,
Centre, back, in this well-attended free bus,
Cushion dipped by time, worn by re-visits,
And other weightier-trips across Brighton;
First leg of our return home from the stadium.
We left five minutes early, off wind-groomed pitch,
To get my old boys’ seat, back to the racecourse’s blow
…..