Cinder Pitch
¶ 1
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Once we played on a cinder pitch,
a lava flow field with bubble cavities
on a flattened out Mount St. Helens
of ashes and agglomerates.
¶ 2
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Which flow event formed the fine ash
from fire fountain magma clots
for Manchester YMCA and Motspur Park?
¶ 3
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How did the ball fall on skin corroding
all-weather ancient dust?
¶ 4
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Tell me the calculations you make these days
for a rondo on the Mondo, circles of tiki taka
for former disciples of Norman Hunter,
now billowing Cabbage Whites
¶ 5
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with no fear of emergency skin grafts
or a visit to the clinic in Stratfield Turgis
to assess far gone or dubious tissue,
irrigate wounds and prevent a biofilm.
¶ 6
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Now we live with skin integrity
even when clouds form a carbon duvet
over Bisham Abbey and dodgy tackles
¶ 7
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in dank air send you down in instalments
to a geotextile membrane on aggregate pipe bedding
under rubber crumbed long-pile synthetic grass
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more forgiving than black ash and blazing cinder,
scoria data from grain flow and slope failure
up through a vent from the Earth’s centre.
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