As you entered the town,© GERALD ENGLAND
no bigger than a village,
along the trunk road from the east
you saw him tied to a flagpole
opposite the service garage
They flew the union-jack at half mast
when he died
Then they dyed him black,
stretched out his neck another nine inches,
stuffed him with taxidermist filler,
put his horns back backwards
and hung him in the Dog & Gun
I never stopped there for petrol again
Composed: Sheffield, 1st April 1971
Publication
1984 Poetic Licence (UK)
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