Volumes

Borrowed grapes from stores of gold Put plastic back where metal's sold Men in quarries connect their bomb One two three, a new Saigon Check the bottle, is it full? Have you found which pin to pull? Boys in shirts get dirty hands Smoke kills seagulls on the sands They have pages, they take ages To read and to learn They're heavy to carry and easy to burn Volumes have secrets Take them on holiday Book them a room, save them a moment, swallow their swoon