Historys not written by the vanquished or the damned
If I could find them now, could I make amends?
Ma femme, thank God! Monopod but not queer
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And took the proffered bowl of water heated up and washed
Of course they slept on the floor behind a curtain
Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you
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Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam
The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door
The taxi drove off leaving us in the dim light of the swinging bulb
In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic
The floor was earth packed hard and by one wall a raised platform
Quickly dried the salt tears from my young cheeks.
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And we men made our way back to the crossroads
I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps
He allowed himself to be folded into the back seat again
The hunchback busied herself with small copper pots over an open hearth
Some six foot by four covered by a simple sheet, the bed
She would hear of nothing else, I was their guest
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But now an Englishman abroad is just a US stooge
He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it
She carried on her back a shocking hump
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My host gave me one crutch and leaning on the other
Monsieur, si vous voulez, ca sera un honneur pour nous
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And some miles later the dolmus slowed at a crossroads lit by a single lightbulb
You got great beaches, wildernesses and malls
When on the right I made out the low profile of a building
Signalled the approach of someone within
Swung through a U-turn and stopped in a cloud of dust
Only one leg, the second trouser leg neatly pinned beneath a vacant hip
Fingers together like a child waving goodbye
Carrying in her arms their pride and joy, their child.
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He called out in Arabic to announce our arrival
The door creaked open and there, holding a biblical looking oil lamp
The painful slowness of our progress accentuated by the brilliant morning light
In 1961 they took this child into their home
This man would never turn you from his door
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His faced creased in pleasure, he set off in front of me
A clerk maybe, slightly sunken in the seat
And the changing angle of light in the wide crack under the door
After half an hour wed gone maybe half a mile
Someone elses child dies and equities in defence rise
She went to take his crutches in routine of care
America, America, please hear us when we call
The bulldog is a poodle snapping round the scoundrels last refuge
The gentleness between the one-legged man and his monstrous wife
When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, fulfilled my summer dream
Is this a mountain that we really want to climb
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I turned out my pockets and shrugged at the driver
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The driver put my old Hofner guitar in the boot with my rucksack
Si vous venez avec moi a la maison pour manger avec ma femme
One besuited, bespectacled, moustached, irritated, distant, late
You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle
Carefully poured from a small bottle with a faded label
So severe that as one eye looked out the other disappeared behind its nose
Which he leaned against the rear wing of the Mercedes.
And half bowed as the taxi headed south towards the city
Then folded and dipped into the soft insides of female sea urchins
Then came the dawn and then their quiet stirrings
And after some scuffling inside a lamp was lit
Whilst I lay awake all night on their earthen bed
Frail, fifty five-ish, bald, sallow, in a short sleeved pale blue cotton shirt
Cooked in an iron skillet over the open hearth
When we all knew what we were fighting for
And then with much merci-ing and bowing and shaking of hands
And left the men to sit drinking thimbles full of Arak
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The driver dumped my guitar and rucksack at my feet
He beckoned with a small arthritic motion of his hand
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Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime
Dont let the might, the Christian right, fuck it all up
But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes
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Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules
In small talk between strangers, his French alien but correct
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Venez! A soft voice from the back seat
Up the dusty side road into the darkness
Our dads had helped them win the war
She stood aside to let us in and as she turned
Stood a squat, moustached woman, stooped smiling up at us
I turned North, my guitar over my shoulder
Should gentleness be filed along with empathy
And merci a votre femme, elle est tres gentille
He reached into the car and lifted my companion out
The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up
We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze
And waving away my thanks returned to the boot
Are these the people that we should bomb
I stooped to look inside at the two men there
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And then she retired behind a curtain
But my benefactor made no move to follow
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Est-ce que vous parlais Anglais, Monsieur?
And sipped my coffee in its tiny cup
Only to reappear with a pair of alloy crutches
We sat on meagre cushions in one corner of the single room
Took my things and laid them gently in the corner
My hostess did not eat, I ate her dinner
Swinging his leg between the crutches with agonising care
I nodded and smiled back at her in greeting, fighting for control