[David Callin]

I saw Eternity the other night.

It was like one of those photos
of Tube Stations in the last war.

Huddled together, mindful
of the booming overhead.

They are all gone into a world of flickering contingency,
lighting up as we think of them, or dream,
which is thinking without the handrails.

They can’t complain.

There may been communal singing.
Someone had a ukulele.