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Ultras

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 What is this smoke,
this show of fire
glaring through another

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 misunderstanding of stewards?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Why the gothic font
skull and crossbones
tribute to Ray Warner?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ‘He wore his slippers
and ate satsumas.’

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Some of you once jumped the walls
in balaclavas, then sat in peace
to remove the masks
and go through turnstiles in reverse.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Under the bridge, a crisis of echoes.
En masse: murder of crows.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Now emerging in ones and twos
like stray bobbers on wood
split from the raft:
a shimmer, a tune

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/ultras/