she rolls across the table small, curled, unassuming one of those not uncapped, not set free not chosen by thousands of tiny tongues to reign and birth a generation eggs to be coaxed into sweet, dancing workers freddie mercury plays on the radio the bin lorry arrives outside beeping and grinding the neighbours are raising a union jack and I pick up her delicate, furry body avoiding the sting not yet developed touch one folded wing never unfurled the radio moves on to the news announcing the...