Bath Abbey
On that rainy day many years ago
That space also then a shelter
A hideaway from the design education courses
Where we played games, and made mischief
Where we were adults being teenagers
Computing was the new space
Itself to become one hell of a shelter
After those helter-skelter times
With socials and a midnight discotheque
Before the significant police presence
Brought the evening to a close
Dance then was our shelter
Dance, inebriation, and music
Was, for the moment, the food of love
The shelter of lust
This might not have been exactly
As I remember, but it was neat
We did find shelter, we were alive
Inside, and outside
And way beyond our regular shelters
