How can it be in this a civilised age

that we can fail not just those who try to change the world,

the young and full and ideas and sense beyond the crèche

of the Westminster island, but those who find

their way to emulation is to stand scowling at the passers by,

the feral

dogs  keeping guard, the accessory to modern sainthood

as they patrol the streets in black armour, the modern knights

of the uneven and tattered pavement.

How is it possible to see the divide between the same coin,