Voiding urine upon a memory
The stars smelt of piss as I marvelled at your face,
your statue raised in glory in that elevated place.
The blue plaque and the honours, the vestiges of you
I relieved my celebrations as the desperate often do.
Your memory stained and tarnished, belittled and forgot,
In truth I hope my voiding accelerates the rot.
PS. Lord Nelson was not a slave trader, but did oppose abolition. Just to clarify a comment I made on the audio track. Apologies to Mr Nelson, neither is this poem specifically about him or any other particular historic figure. Choose you own.