M60 atop Manchester's posterior cusp

Hurtling force divides and creates, binds and destroys,

Cut me slowly, cut me quick, careful now

Not too deep

 

Just like Concorde passing over

the viaduct with its engine vibrating

on the tracks

I'm lost. Blocked. What is hidden in the river?

 

The naked road is rusting away

I follow the arterial route to your heart

Giant black rats are lurking in the deep waters

 

River - town's blood - cutting through the heart of industry.