“Coventry has been named the most violent city in UK”
In England’s most violent city I sank in a galleon of fog to steal the red treasure and spent bronze coin of dusk. Maybe it is violent to see how buzzards fire themselves like bullets at voles and swallow their hearts like right wing newspapers. Maybe it is violent to see how magpies clean the road more travelled where badgers park forever split open at random by whatever car had trespassed their country. I only see violence when I look away and my heart will not allow it anymore. The most violent I ever felt was the moment I fell in adult love and realised that flesh is kaolin sculptured in the fires of loving a woman who knows who she is. If our world forgets how to spin I know that to love through fire you must be it, so I will kiss you where the phoenix rises in my violent city. I will tell you that Presidents and ministers do not own our lips or minds, so meet me in the most violent city declaring ourselves fit for battle. Meet me where the girls played football down Finham park and beat us at our own game by being violent when the ref looked away. Meet me at the Binley Mega Chippy where Cod is flung into oceans of fat and cooked so violently that people queue for up to an hour just to float away from the week that had them. I will violently kiss you where the phoenix rises and Coventry was born, and born and born and born and,
feel the gentle kiss of wind down Cathedral way.