Glastonbury festival gap year teens
Flash smiles to rival the arc lights,
Angle-poised, together around
A brazier, 10 deep in seekers of oblivion.
Warm air weaves and ducks between the
Bodies; touching the faces of the late-comers
Like a benediction.
Bongo cross beats collide across the
Sarcens. Electricity sleeps in a thousand
Mobile phones . Here in the centre
Of the circle the cacophony goes shooting
Up the vein of history throbbing just above;
Where the solstice has tied it off and
Exposed a habit that’s hard to break.