WALKING AROUND MY CITY
As I walk around the early-morning city
A car comes at me down the ONLY BUSES lane.
The cafes are not yet open but I have a flask.
This is the city that I left
Never to return.
With my shrunken brain
Residual with the aftermath of radiation,
I find the present waking to the past.
There are bells and there are birds
As there were in those cities of Europe
In the days when I thought
I made long journeys.
Far shorter, them,
Than the journey I have dedicated now.