I was at school when Kestrals were not

They were the year above when Bardot was hot.

That year that JFK done got shot

The Mr hadn’t learned of neurosis.

Lee Harvey Oswald was a snip at 65p

Shock and awe came a little dearer.

The loss of public fame and affection

Was mitigated by Bipolar Psoriasis and Eczema.

Powers for now pass me by …

I don’t feel like giving God a try.

Hands on the trigger and weapons from XY(z)

Lend themselves to destruction,

Nowadays.

How could the hands have been so heard?

Remember the words

Of wolves in weapons of their own masked masculinity

I couldn’t be wrong,

They are not the light –

Though within I see I am right

About signing the contract to protect State and autonomy.

The memory from anatomy is digital switched over to Greek

And the Oracle from Ceefax is subtitles crew

Leaving an image, on a scene

That an idea might have been.

80s

seems

groups

America had Bandstand.

Things need to be alone,

So zones are seen by no-one other than by one of them.

AI Summary

The poem moves through fractured history — JFK, Oswald, Bandstand, 80s America, school corridors, and English streets all collapsing into one uneasy timeline. It wrestles with masculinity, weapons, fear, and the pressure to protect autonomy, even as faith, power, and identity feel unstable and unresolved. Memory becomes a shifting landscape — anatomy turning Greek, Ceefax becoming an oracle, childhood becoming myth — where the speaker searches for clarity in the noise. In the end, the poem reaches toward solitary understanding — a recognition that some zones, some truths, can only be seen alone, by the one who carries them.