Love, care and compassion is what you need to show.

 

Two halves of life, older than sleep's womb

The imaginery giraffe in his dishevelled hat

trumpeted his inherited memory of a unicorn.

 

Messaging each other pecking away at our personal history

Barking dogs burrow into white chalk cliffs as the muted dead

turn under Stockport bus station

 

A Porcelain Moment as the clouds cracked open

to reveal the Northern Star

 

Lie down in the grass and watch the northern star

for this fragment of time the field is mine

This land is mine, England made me.

 

Arcs return to each other, lost in the white heat

I was sixteen and could not think of the future,

but I hope those in South Africa would run free

in poetic beauty, and all would be good in a future life,

as someone else wrote in hindsight.

 

looking for the white light the hotter it gets in the white heat

with the sounds of the Velvet Underground fresh in their ears

In his office in Stockport Town Hall the hitman

threw shell casings to his waste basket and missed.