It was off Harper Road
on some bombsite
houses half standing
half rubble
you and Jim
and some other kids
were climbing
amongst the ruin
the holidays just begun
the sun shining
on your heads
Coppers!
one kid shouted
and you all began
to climb out
of the ruined house
and onto the rubble
a police car had parked
on the edge
of the road
and two policemen got out
what you lot doing in there?
one of the coppers said
come on line up
the other said
so you all lined up
against the wall
surrounding the bombsite
what were you doing in there?
the copper asked
playing
Jim said
having fun
another kid said
don’t you know it’s illegal
to play
on theses condemned houses?
he said
didn’t know
a fat kid said
at the end
the copper
walked along the line
studying each boy in turn
asking each one
their name and address
you listened
sweating
your nerves on edge
your ears pricked
the answers the boys gave
were lies you knew
because Jim had said
Barny Broadbridge
and his address
was not were he lived
you
the copper said
what’s you name?
your mind went a blank
don’t know
you said
the copper smacked you
around the face
your name kid what is it?
your cheek stung
tears welled in your eyes
Brian Tolling
you muttered
saying whatever came
into your head
where do you live?
you made up a number
to a block of flats nearby
the other kids glared
at the coppers
as they walked
along the line
you saw a watery blur
of colours
right get off home
and if we see you
on here again
we’ll come and see your parents
get it?
he closed
his black note book
and they climbed back
in the car and drove off
up you copper
the fat kid said
lifting a finger
to the far away car
you all right?
Jim asked
you rubbed your cheek
blinked tears
out of your eyes
he came in to focus
yes
you said
didn’t hurt
frigging flatfoot
the other kids laughed
and the fat kid
patted your back
see you around
they said
and you and Jim
walked down
Rockingham Street
the sun peering over
the flats where
you did not live
back to Jim’s place
to look at his knives
and get on
with your schoolboy lives.