THE SLEEPERS OF MARS

Reading young John Wyndham from 1931-1938,

going and voting a candidate set to loose

(like we all, citizens) the election,

coming back to watch FA Cup football,

making coffee, warming a pizza,

Manchester City leads Cardiff 2-0,

outside the land sunk in black ink,

trees garbed in white,

the landscape mourning;

soon it will be a year

from your death, father,

just five hours left. They

never asked for identity card

when we voted together; now

they asked, those strangers,

after 22 years. You would

cheer for Manchester City, the Sky Blues,

they are going to win

the Premiership title again; remember

how I ran to shout you back

after they scored, and scored,

and came back and won

after you thought they had lost

and you had went outside, father?

28.01.2018