This was the police, you know.
It was almost an effort.
Getting nervous.
One for example.
My arms slipped.
Big squander.
Unfail.
Trapping into this.
Young people they weep and cry.
There was an expression on your face.
Of stony presence.
"Eat in this direction!" someone said.
Then you had to return.
It seemed so hard.
Conflicted by illness.
It is what we've apparently grown out of.