This poem is taken from PN Review 29, Volume 9 Number 3, January - February 1983.
Two PoemsLOTS ROAD, 1982
The Volvo slows, its driver's window winding down.
Even here you are being followed.
'To Let' signs jut from the warehouse walls
Like discoloured flags, stiffened with salt
And two boys stacking empty beer kegs
To climb the corrugated iron fence
Of the last scrap yard, a stone's throw from the river,
Stop where they are-they're not running,
They're waiting to see what happens next.
* * *
Another day, it might be the civic parade
Beginning with the sound of distant drums
And any moment now there'd be the band
Of the Boys' Brigade come marching into view,
Making a noise to wake the dead.
Today, there's a woman singing-
It could be in Port of Spain-but her voice
...
The page you have requested is restricted to subscribers only. Please enter your username and password and click on 'Continue'.
If you have forgotten your username and password, please enter the email address you used when you joined. Your login details will then be emailed to the address specified.
If you are not a subscriber and would like to enjoy the 286 issues containing over 11,500 poems, articles, reports, interviews and reviews, why not subscribe to the website today?
If you have forgotten your username and password, please enter the email address you used when you joined. Your login details will then be emailed to the address specified.
If you are not a subscriber and would like to enjoy the 286 issues containing over 11,500 poems, articles, reports, interviews and reviews, why not subscribe to the website today?