Nearing Our Destination – a poem by Rupert Loydell

A sacred site. There was nothing here before rush hour, only fragments of a golden age. Between the wars, commercial reconstruction of open landscapes, the boundaries of the city. 
Full of plans and a desire to be nomadic, we made pilgrimage to the source, the scene of the explosion, would have nothing said against crowds and public places.   
We tried the door but could not get in.
   © Rupert M Loydell

Rupert Loydell is a writer, editor and abstract artist. His many books of poetry include Dear Mary (Shearsman, 2017) and The Return of the Man Who Has Everything(Shearsman 2015); and he has edited anthologies such as Yesterday’s Music Today (co-edited with Mike Ferguson, Knives Forks and Spoons Press 2014), and Troubles Swapped for Something Fresh: manifestos and unmanifestos (Salt, 2010)

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