Glass and Concrete

I'm walking through the streets

And wandering in the parks,
Through burning arcades,
Past statuettes and
Under colonnades.

Concrete is my womb
And you are my lifeline.

I'm driving through the rain
And swimming through the fear.
In rotting leaves
I fall and fall
Never hitting earth.

Glass towers are my guardians
And you live in them.

There's mud on the pavement.
There's blood on my hands.
But buried in my head
Are seeds and
Many things sacred.

The crowds are my cover,
The lights, my beacon.
You are in the city.


Birmingham, late 1986