MANCHESTER ON THE MOON
I wanted to
return to Manchester
study its
poetry its
secret geometry
found it
buried beneath
Roman ruins
there on
the dark and
light sides
of the Moon
and digging there
found Victorian wonders
and once great
football stadiums
forgotten tales
of glory
written in
scarlet red or
sky blue
and
relics of the famous
Royal Eye Hospital
where I
was both treated and
(those green goddess
days) stopped
from burning
and the libraries, and galleries,
and theaters and
universities
where I once
studied
or sojourned
and now must excavate
to find if
memory is real, my
history is true.
poems 2 die for 