I stood once more upon a road, which like all others, led to France ...

Waiting for my train, I saw three boys in khaki - 

They walked across the concourse, each boy haloed in silence - 

The great clock hung like a dark star above the murmuring crowd - 

I remembered the names I'd spelled out in quiet churches, the sadness of small memorials -

I saw young faces like pale leaves falling from a tree - 

I stood once more upon a road, which like all others, led to France - 

19.00

Friday 1 July 2016

Waterloo Station

London