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