WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
doesn’t need my particular take
– it would be all for the worst if it did –
instead, in the mail: voices, an invoice
steam-train visits to
is the world I’m part of, yet no expert on
(an export, not an expert)
of what we write
would survive, dug up as fragments?
memories of other such
down the Wilmslow Rd, Manchester 1992