I remember Liverpool
and a way the city builds, always
builds, like boats,
like bricks after the war.
In your dollhouse 8 and bohemians,
your beats and beatles,
you are younger than me.
I remember Liverpool brooding
over the water courses, prepared
to riot and the way the city builds, always
as we slush through otherís trash.
Walls may crash and blocks burn
but I remember Liverpool standing.
By Charlene Dewbre