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A hundred troops
are milling round
Port side entry
to the Latrine Yard.
The hot word's out
a Deckscrap!
Between two lads with grudges
Unhealable by passive words.
Inside the yard a circle of faces
urge the battlers on
–– a Scouser wacker
From down d’Dingle—hard as nails
versus a tight Glaswegian poison–dwarf
Used tae Santoying aboot
wi'th'Baltic Fleet
doon aroon'
The wally closes o'Gorbals.
It was street–fighting at its fast
and sickening best.
Two rock–hard lads vying for
a Leading Hand's position.
The Scouse went doon. nose–dived, pole–axed
By the head–butt bullet
o' a Scots Knock. |
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