I stood and gazed
Across the graves
Bolton Street Chapel
Stands in state
The motorway lies behind
Suspended in tortured wait
Silent and composed
A cruel and unexpected fate
Sliced apart by the motorway
Alive and loud behind
The mountain rising behind
Brooding in a new coat of green
Where we used to live
High in the clouds and wind
Down the Terrace
The office block I used to know
The foyer quiet, empty
Lifts in readiness wait
The last commuters now late
Surreal but real
Bathed in gaudy florescent light
Absorb the last of the night
The car park stands in decline
The boom lies in limbo down
Memories flooding back
Life, work, life, death
An omen perhaps
Why are we here
Past, present and future tense
Tension and stress today
Why was I here before?
Why am I here now
Who am I
Why am I, I ?
