Rain for the last day that I will be known the way that I want them to know me Rain for a porter's predictable leave on the darkening stain on my name Rain like morning you left with the international brigade The streak of your face at the glass when the train pulled away The aspodistra that refused to die Minature camera in a Cambridge tie To get that Soviet control to crack a smile All in our file my fellow traveller Sleep for the telephone silent receiver on its beetle black back in the hall Sleep for the bottle that rolled off my desk and danced itself out on the floor Sleep for the overturned ashtray splaid across an unmade bed While I interrogate every word that I ever said I fall from buildings into angry air Lecture my students in my underwear But once I was allowed to dream of you instead My dear defected fellow traveller How you booked your final passage With a passport that you paid for with a pair of roller-skates How you died your hair and moustache Put on a mid-Atlantic accent but you couldn't stop the shakes When they asked where you had come from And you muttered "that's a good one" but you were never really certain Every umbrella down on Portman Square Opens and closes to a rain affair Theory of something of something anymore Forgery for my fellow travellers I wont wait to see I still believe in you and me my fellow traveller