a modern crevasse

Pain in the air

unevenly at desk

Swallow unskilled,

Behaviour has aspects 

of hurried hell 

surge 

At the top of the stairs in Manor House.

gums reveal decay

to find a truth inside

the words. 

to rot

over a matt of newspapers

unfolding today

And on the way to school 

the moon 

Still visible 

“Dig for victory” it says

On page

Of 

A P O P H T E G M S

“Fish and chips” is our covert greasy kingdom 

underneath sweaty bedspreads our heritage

Like a net,

Cast over terrace houses

rich then poor now the rich

Deception leaks 

its roots unhinge foundations

Small talk.