I woke at six thirty to an air raid!
Crazy? Maybe, but a siren sure wailed
Maybe no bombs were dropping on Salford
But siren sounds still rose and fell, prevailed
Over my other-worldly visions, sailed
Through my open window, filled up my head
With such surreal reality, I failed
To relax till it ended. Then, the thud
Of rubble and metal landing on mud
‘Yes, rise and shine, folks! We don’t just get paid
For building work, you know! We’ve been detailed
To scare the shit out of you all! You could
Not possibly be late for work now!’ Stayed
In bed, window closed now, senses assailed.
Mon 2 March 2009