...I heard a sound I thought was birds
but then I swear I heard these words:
‘This voice comes from the shadow cast
by Hiroshima’s A-bomb blast.
The sound you hear inside this case
is of a man who fans the face
he used to have...
...Cooling Towers, Yorkshire, Dawn
The sun rises between steaming cooling towers in Yorkshire.
Kratos and Bia Headquarters, Cooling Tower, Day
Close-up of flame logo (derived from the Greek forest fire-hazard warning sign) on brilliant...
...A city wall not quite sure where,
no May Day posters plastered there.
Although it’s May Day no parade
disturbs the new free world of trade,
only the memory of a choir
and from it one voice rising higher
The lyra man.
...High Royds Hospital, Day
A Yorkshire dry-stone wall. The clock tower of High Royds Hospital, Menston, near Ilkley, is first glimpsed through a crack in the dry-stone wall, then seen in the distance as the central feature of a large...
In come the letters sack after sack
for the Lady in Red to speed up the track.
Woman Postal Worker
In come the letters heap after heap
me a empty mail bags all night in mi sleep.
...Off the beaten track in the cold outback’s not what a feller thinks
as the perfect place for the human race but more for bear or lynx.
The place to be unfenced and free is a place most men would shun
but the snowy waste is to the taste...
...Gulf: Tank Gorgon / Golden Sea.
From long ago the Gorgon’s gaze
stares through time into our days.
Under seas, as slow as oil
the Gorgon’s snaky tresses coil.
The Gorgon under the golden tide
brings ghettos, gulags, genocide.
The road signs we should see are those we saw at the beginning, signs pointing to places round and suburbs of Leeds: HEADINGLEY, HOLBECK, HUNSLET, HAREHILLS, HORSFORTH, HUDDERSFIELD etc., except that now...
... and dancers.
Leaves his poor wife in the lurch
and drools at ‘Can-Can’ for ‘research’!
Mmm … Tony didn’t tell me about this underworld in the hotel – I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he came down here looking...
... the Ayatollah, at a fountain’s side,
chooses some dark-eyed virgin for a bride,
down here where life is fleeting and time flies
a man I’ve asked to dinner has to hide.
TonyHarrison sitting in Bradford square.
This isn’t paradise...
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