This poem is taken from PN Review 138, Volume 27 Number 4, March - April 2001.
The Spirit of Lumley Hall'Time was,' he remembers,
'it was all of a piece.
I dispensed Justice
to the miners of Madeley
as I might to the Masai
or the Solomon Islanders.
One dispensation
wherever the flag flew,
wherever there was a parade ground
and an Anglican church.
I remember the colliery band
on Empire Day, how the cornets
crew like cockerels. Sounds
ridiculous now. Small-town strutters.
Kings of the heap. But then
it was like a second sunrise.
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