The clenched fist

rocking back and forth says it all,

it is after all in your actions that it looks

terrifyingly like the Nazi salute, but that

surely is nothing new for the man

who married money and still has the gall

to claim thirty seven pounds for breakfast.

 

Many miles away,

in the shadow of the Welsh hills,

in the shadow of where dust once reigned,

a young man pumped his arm to salute

his one hundred runs,

a salute delivered with guile, promise