sometime ago i can´t remember
when,
i was waiting at an airport
i think it was stanstead and
i am sat on one of those radiators
chilling and reading my book
inwardly cursing all humanity
when at my feet upon my bag-
quite small my partner brought in
morocco-i noticed a dog..it
was like effing it..i thought stange-
there is a dog effing my bag!where am i?
you know when you are reading and enthralled
it takes a few seconds to focus..hey..a dream..
no..there is a dog really..so i look up and
there are four or five soldiers with fingers on
their triggers..and they are watching me and this dog
so i get it..ok..so we look at this dog-someone is having
a good time..?!in an airport imagine..well, i said good
dog and tried to make friends being an animal lover-
and went back to my book..eventually it went away and
i looked at my bag and felt mildly violated..then looked up
at the milling crowds..but their still stood a solitary soldier
looking down at me..