Document 2

Piss off!

You say to me

 

OK

 

Your words are enough

Council estate rough

 

That’s what you brought here

And you can’t leave it behind

Not even at this late stage

 

So that’s what I’ll do

I’ll piss off

You’ll be left to your own devices

Good luck

 

You see,

I’ve moved a long way from here

In all those years

 

Far from those words

From the need to argue

The awful noise of you and my father

 

I hoped for reconciliation

But it’s not there

The bases are vacant

 

This isn’t about snobbery

Or some sense of superiority

It’s about one respecting the other

About dragging yourself out of that hole

Where existence is predicated solely on

You

 

A tough one, I admit, with the education they inflicted

But

I don’t think it’s unreasonable to have that conversation

Right now

Away from here

In a world you cannot accept exists

Except in an occasional fifteen minutes between adverts

 

I remember what my father said

Fahrenheit 451

And all that

 

At what temperature does a corpse ignite?

 

And at what point do we walk away

To the China tea cups or a Catholic bar

And forget

 

And who cares?