Five tries, two conversions,
the statistics required
to unleash mayhem onto the streets.
They flood out of the stadium,
pour through the side streets
into every pub in town,
singing to the sky beyond the rafters.
In the railway station
the pigeons start awake in their roosts
as the thunder of a thousand footsteps
rumbles up onto the platform.
A cross-city trains slithers alongside,
every carriage a battleground
filled to the brim like fishermen's nets
and hauled to cities beyond the hills
reverberating with drunken choruses
along every mile of darkening rail
while the city sings into the night.
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