It is a grace of Waterloo

and one that the Iron Men

and seagulls hold no dominion

as they squabble over sunlight

and the quiet rage of the ships

that cut through the Mersey sound

on their way down stream.

 

The other end of South Road,

the bottom stop and between

the Liver and X2 stops

of Southport and Preston

stands firm the Plaza, resplendent

since the outbreak of war

and since “Peace in our Time”

was declared over cold eggs and copious tea