In my first ballot Shy, short-won, clear-eyed I sided with the party Of devolution, of pride.
Blue pencils and local votes My lot since Siding on the force of gut Of decay Ignoring consequences Of mandate
It was my first vote My vote did not count My scratch, my Invincibility on display As short-skirted booted beauties stumbling down Broughton Street. Short-sighted talent tongues down each other’s throats under the archway.