This man pushes this other man in a wheelchair
Down a dreary Salford road, avoiding kerbs, talking
Always talking, talking of nothing, thinking of everything,
What it takes and never gives back. The load.

With wheels of fire and halos running all amuck
These two desperados meander along past
The pound shops, the bookies and the booze 24/7ers
They know all these places very well. Too well.

Dave pushes Jim through the kebab litter
Outside Hope’s old A & E, past the smokers,
Through the entrance, towards the woman,
They’ve come to see. Their mam.