indoors: this practice dates the poem
before the ban, ‘though some
can just recall a foggy camaraderie
among bent stubs, and how the ash
clung to each glass, like first
drafts or ideas.
freely available before this date,
without prescription, and from
alongside food. Regarded then
as purely pleasure, despite
still measured out in bottles, red
Verse: a slogan, carried on The March
against its prohibition.
all poetry was underground -
sewers, the remains of London’s
dealing in darkness, codes, and
Corner: clustered memorials
in blistered stone, but not their
by Act of Parliament). Not
into dust; retained to prove
the care with which the State
curates its past.
D. A. Prince
If you have any comments on this poem, D. A. Prince would be pleased