HISTORY IS A WORD BANGLE

I've worked on this poem for some time, putting it in a drawer for months and leaving it there. It's the only way to gain perspective. 

England's Glory

Clock back Sunday morning

it could be bin day but it's not

the silvered pavement a foxed mirror

Mafeking Terrace in the rain

walk down Sebastopol

across Inkerman

Flashcards for past lives

history is a word bangle

these streets wear blind

The streets mentioned are all named after battles in colonial wars. We live amongst the dreck of others colonial atrocities. It's time we changed the names of these streets.

Here's Billy Bragg.

Until next time.