For John Hall

We won’t lecture you with poetry
We won’t say that love will tear us apart
We won’t mention the new dawn that fades
We won’t talk about regrets
Or the young men with the weight on their shoulders,

Let’s talk about fines times
Let’s talk about live transmissions
Let’s worship pagan idols
Let’s talk about a sense of liberty
To the centre of the city, where all roads meet.

From a train to Liverpool to the edge of the universe, John Hall, a star in his own right…