Along the Unhallowed Way

This old feller  pushes this other old bloke in a wheelchair

Down a dreary Salford road in late November.

Avoiding kerbs, talking

Always talking, talking of nothing,

Talking of everything:

What it takes, and never gives back,

The load.

With wheels of fire and haloes running all amuck

These two desperados meander along past

The pound shops and the bookies and the booze 24/7ers

They know all these places well. Too well.

Dave pushes his brother through the kebab litter

Outside Hope’s old A & E, past the smokers,

Through the entrance, towards the woman,

They’ve come to see. Mam





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In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 ►


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