And one of them legs it up the road, Well myself and somebody else and somebody else , One of my mates goes by , His blood - shadow stays on the street, and out on patrol , Sleep, and he's probably armed, possibly not. , not left for dead in some distant, sun - stunned, sand smothered land , his bloody life in my bloody hands. .

Remains by Simon Armitage

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