Collage Poem for Wigan Pier

Luke Kennard

factory whistles
i was never awake to hear
black tripe grizzled squalid
museum exhibition hall and pub
fights with savage horses
maligned in music halls
we also offer payday loans
to forgive george orwell
we also take your xbox one
coming back is worse than going
former machinery floors
converted into apartments
we normally say flats
a brief unflattering mention
a planet one big piece of coal
most signs now gone
a rather horrible agility
bargemen muffled to the eyes
the lock gates and their beards of ice
and even this transfigured
not café rouged or papered over
but unredacted as we try
to understand what we were
the landlords loved their grievances
and do you think
we treat each other
any better now