Winter in Manchester
By Ewan
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A cold front brings Dickensian weather,
snow to slush to ice to broken legs
and rough sleepers are moved along Deansgate
past the Cervantes Institute
into Rylands' Library doorway -
as if!
With the momentum of a slip or a slide
on black ice, society's detritus
swooshes all the way down
to the bottom-
also known as holding cells -
unless the screaming gets them sectioned.
So what?
I walk on by, you scuttle past,
he screams obscenities,
she cries in semitones,
we worry whether
we'll get to work on time,
they gather up the lost
and hide them in the margins.
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Comments
too right we do, hide the
too right we do, hide the poor. the vainglorous rich tell us how hard they work.
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good to name buildings, a
good to name buildings, a real place, makes it clear real people involved, now
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I thought it never snowed in
I thought it never snowed in Manchester! Good poem, shows how the homeless are affected, and their problems remain unsolved.
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Subjects frozen..
...in current climate of distaste for those who don't fit a functional mould. Damned good write Ewan, Rylands curates relics and fortunes in literary text, who holds or promises concrete future for those unwritten?
best wishes
Lena xx
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