I know this
I’ve played in this dirt
Powdered glass over
Everything
Spray paint swastikas and cocks
Coke cans bleached by sun
Sir
Why here
In the filthy fly-tip bramble here
There’s Cannock bloom and river sun
A mile just down the line

First class tuts
More coffee more apologies
Pale-faced kids in rubber gloves
Dressed as cops outside

I tried to find your name
You didn’t make the news
You’re just the man whose blues
Stopped his heart beneath our shoes