The stars were trodden down
in an atrium of enclosed sound.
There’s a tribute to Big Sam
on the floor of Middlebrook Boulevard
where dignitaries illumine stars
for shoppers then to walk upon.
I’ve been to Bolton several times
but I haven’t been to Bolton once
or walked to Burnden Park.
I wonder what to make of this
as names are walked upon carelessly
in a monument to the temporary.
Bury me here, in a retail park
now time won’t go straight
forward or back.
It’s like a mirror ball
in which I see its strange projections,
my reflection in a trick of light.