The long hours were filling the lounge of memory -
My dad held the I Phone as though it were a mysterious artefact -
There he said, pointing to a point just before the bows - that's where the cable holds are - I've stood there -
I gazed at the vast implacable shape of the battleship -
Smoke poured from the single funnel -
Immense guns were like dreadful sleeping animals -
There were over a thousand men on board my dad said -
He put down the I Phone -
He asked me where I got the picture -
The Internet I said -
Is that like the television?
In a way I said -
16.15
Sunday 21 February 2016
Staunton Road
Havant
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