"
...only to be rediscovered some years hence and acclaimed as a flawed
but magnificent work of genius long after I have succumbed to a tragic,
unrecognised and untimely death."
Behind
me
David and Carol are singing carols.
The windows smudged where we wiped away
patches of our breath and though its getting dark on
the other side of the sky I watch a broken
day in Hulme the splintered boarded windows the sun
skimming gold off the grey deck-access.
Through
the sun a seagull wheels
over Trafford Salford Moss Side whole half
a city pacing between the derelicts and
the junctions beating the walls
with its ineffectual fists. So this
is the end of day.
The
buses home in to the end of long roads
and leave as if theyd never been, slide toward
Fallowfield and Didsbury disappear into this
or that row of houses like people
youd like to know
Sorry
for ignoring you, they say. No no Im alright
roughly speaking, though my legs are aching leaning
on the window-jamb from the party last night oh and Id
hoped to be the life and soul
Id planned to tell the girl the truth instead
I watched her slide her fingers through the fingers
of the other boy and turned my head
away (Hulme drowns in a glorious sunset the
litter moves slightly a taxi halts for the lights some
people cross the street
and are gone).