The shops split open  like heads in surgery

First you think it’s crack in the pavement that stole your pound coin
Then maybe you’ve got vertigo
The road tilts and you grab a metal pole with a sign  on it
The shops split open  like heads  in surgery
But there’s no brain
After that we roll into the dirt someone swept under the table
We seem to be tilting West, surely not  toward  Europe
To the ocean and its winds
We’re breaking up
When will I see you again?
Is this a bomb attack
Or just dry rot in England  and the rocks
Break like the tide and throw themselves higher
The bricks fron the old wall shatter car windows
Travel a while before the whole lot are bundled into a cavernous maw
Is this Brexit then,I ask
I didn’t foresee the violence held under the skin until it bulges and breaks
We’ll see what comes next
Unless it’s not us.