What bravado
the boys of Sussex
displayed,
and I tried to explain
to my youngest child
after it all,
as we sat outside
the imperial brick
police station:
I spoke about
how some things are
rehearsed,
I talked about
missing empathy,
how thrusts of ego,
cocktails of drugs,
that itchy fug,
near-fungal,
under their skin,
will always
do them in.