The True Impact Of Nostalgia Poem by Neil Crawford

I took my tears and placed them
in a leadlined, foolproof shoe.

Carrying it as though it were a mine
I buried it beneath my dinosaur doorstep

next to the remains of my childhood companion,
the single, unrelenting magpie.

My ancestors were transformed by such ambition
into a collection of encyclopaedias.

Escaping one night to Incendiary Lake,
they were never seen again by Man, beast or bookcase.

My evenings are now occupied with instruction
from the clay car I call 'Grandfather'

he spins curtains from clouds
and primes the cerebral blowtorch

while I am desperate for the magpie
and mournful for the shoe.