Liverpool

This brick stood still a hundred years
And weeds overruled the vote
If my home home town was Mersey
We’d  have jumped that fucking moat
of these fake castles from that time
That grew from then to trade in kind,
For betterment of man who failed
While furnaces churned and fear prevailed.
 I felt it in my soul
Smelled it like I knew, but couldn’t grasp
The bitter pain of pride upheld
On backs of working man.

To now we leap across divides
Still scrap and paint and foul declines
Then not…..
We see the tendrils curl
And life emerges from the burn
Slowly, slowly metal grinds
And pipe to water yet still finds it’s place
In modern beauty laced with past.
Haul it in, haul it up, make it strong
Again
The embers of decrepit, will force your mind to bend.