Sheep Street never looked so good
as it did in the early May sun,
the spotlight from decades past
captured with almost boundless
enthusiasm from roof to roof
in which places from my childhood
have leaked away, have melted into nothing
more than history and tethered remains
of collective memory.
The record shop long gone,
Goble’s, along with Iain, vanished
into the ether, coffee shops by chain
replace the feel of something inward
and to be rejoiced
and as for the biggest killer