for all my country poses
My cells belong to a town
Grass is symbol-deep in me
But brick dips deeper down

Mountains knock me sideways
A moor chills my bones
A field of wheat exults me
I’m awed by ancient stones

But lines of dowdy shop-fronts
Mean unpolished streets
Sever the green man in me
Coddle my heart’s retreats

My marrow’s grey as asphalt
My brain’s a shirley tram
The royal pier dreams fish for me
What southampton was – i am

I’m an ecological liar
A trickster with mother earth
Dreaming grass may ravel me –
Bricks nourish my birth

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