Malpas Street was assailed
in a sustained assault –
once the Neo-Liberals
took this city and the port
The remaining red terraces
of parallel-lived lives
then flattened by politics –
sold short by Tory lies
The bus rolls so slowly
over holes in Hyde Road –
then past the brick islands
of bust industrial gods
Near the church of football
I pass grim social housing –
No one wipes their doorstep –
we only swipe our devices
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