An English Airman Foresees his Death
Who's this coming up the drive?
Messerschmitt 110 or 109?
Not the Nissan Micra son, please God
Nor the Datsun Cherry pickers
From The Grosvenor, chiselling sods.
O let it be the enemy:
Sly, subtle, treacherous
Silver Lexus Natalie.
Stay low, nose high,
A breath above the waves
Evasive action
Then up, under her belly
Browning blazing
No mercy, no abstraction
Speed beyond thought -
Just how the dogfight
Bitchfight
Ought to be fought.