Phalanx Of Flags Poem by Pierre Rausch

It took the decision away
It helps, she must go, go alone
Was staying with her
And push along the circuit
Phalanx of flags had brought it the last time
Phalanx of flags, it seemed the best
Talking so honestly about her life
Phalanx of flags, I had to make up my life
The parcel with her stubby fingers
The work she put in at the railway station
For Japanese businesses in London
And so had made a fuzz of her
Phalanx of flags had brought it the last time
Phalanx of flags, it seemed the best
Talking so honestly about her life
Phalanx of flags, I had to make up my life
At home
With this secret
It had been slow
To go back there
Raised her head and the two stricken faces
To get any innings at all
Down there and nothing else
Let's leave it like that
Phalanx of flags had brought it the last time
Phalanx of flags, it seemed the best
Talking so honestly about her life
Phalanx of flags, I had to make up my life
At home
With this secret
It had been slow
To go back there