Such eloquent Graffiti

It was an ordinary, wet north Manchester night

Of solid rain, unremittingly wet and cold.

When, suddenly, all the rivers, in all the world, stopped flowing

And all the summer colours leached away and never returned

And the wind it got so cold and stings like hell

And then the sky descends into the air.....

And you're not there.


The blackness is deep, deep and remains everywhere

and still today it is every....fucking....where.

Then the doctor

Tells us, as if  incidentally,

There is no function, he is dead.


I carry him into the mortuary,

Past the lucky Pakistani family,

With their sick, alive child

Who look worriedly at us

As if they feared the contagion of death.

Which they do.


I feel like shouting

‘It aint infectious you fuckers

And anyway what’s your fucking 

God gonna do about it?’


Except fucking cause it. Huh?


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◄ Sons and brothers.

The vanishing life ►


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