I met him at a meeting in the pub, Whisky, beer and coke on the table, Air smelling of tumours. 'I'm a Communist myself,' he told me, 'The only one in Shetland. There was another, but We had a disagreement, And our cell split - He is now the only Trotskyist north of Inverness. We do not talk anymore' 'Did Harry get arrested in the Prague riots?' Somebody asks. I picture him throwing a brick Into a Czech McDonalds. Who could be blamed for that? Hell, I'd do it myself If there was a brick and A hamburger restaurant handy, Fortunately, there is not. Just a smoky pub In a middle-class town, Where a few students talk of revolution While the rest vote Tory, As their forefathers did For generations before them.