They hardly paved paradise
on the edge of Wigan.
There was no edenic innocence
to corrupt in Stoke
or wild, untouched Bolton groves.
There were no secret forests
or magic woods of South Reading;
that was a landfill site.
Methane vents still testify.
But the River Tawe from Moel Feity
through Old Red Sandstone
flows towards the Liberty-
now we’re building on something.
Cross the river and you’re in Seattle.
It’s just up the escalator,
packed with fans but no-one’s talking.
Careful- you’ll end up in the cinema
or struggling to navigate Pets at Large
at ten to three. Just use the fire exit.
This sports shop is closing for eternity.
There are no floodlights in the drizzle anymore
to guide us to the terraces.
We know this stadium and where it stands
looming where it landed.