Carry
This coin of the world
In a purse of lips
While the Great North Road
Runs bothered by an angel
As river wrung from coal seams
As coal seams wrought in candle wax
As candle wax written by brothers
As brothers riven through bridges
As bridges rolled along slipways
As slipways routed with sharp tongues
As sharp tongues wrestled to the Quayside
Drinking of beer
Stinking of beer
In the beaks of kittiwakes
On the feathered backs of promises
Peaked these long-long years passed
Glistering enough to be pecked over
By deluded magpies
Even before the final autumn
Fall from Newcastle
