jan oskar hansen

Only When It Rains - Poem by jan oskar hansen

When it rains I remember Liverpool, which isn’t
fair, ’cos it was a sunny day that the police dragged
a drunk out of the Mercy.

On the dock he was laid, the sun sunning a dead face…
too late. I didn’t see it made any difference,
his face a shade of blue.

They cremated him that took an awful long time,
a water-logged tree trunk creates a lot of smoke;
I was the only mourner.

No, it isn’t fair to remember Liverpool only when it
rains, once I did see the sun through a smoke stained
pub window.

….And it wasn’t he city’s fault that I stayed so long
that when leaving I didn’t care whether it was raining
or not.

No, I’m being very unfair, ‘cos the sun does shine,
if above a murky sky; so I really must stop blaming
Liverpool for my misery.

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  • (11/7/2007 2:03:00 PM)

    This is quite a packed piece. I am not sure whether 'Mercy' is an intentional typo or not.... the river Mersey... but either which way it workds. t x (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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