The shoal of bottles ...

I poured my shoal of empty bottles into the bottle bank - 

My dad calls empty bottles dead marines - 

He'll ask do you want a glass, never do you want a drink - 

Now we give him Sole Star, at 1.7 per cent - 

He drinks it, sitting in his armchair - 

I wonder if the poor glass reminds him of mess dinners, the glamorous cruiser, strange stars in the sky - 

C'est la vie he says these days - 

He'll put down the empty glass - 

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Wednesday 7 September 2016

Wareham

Dorset