Good Friday '89 was wind-stirred:
London to Cambridge run with litter
Airborne making submarine. Float through
Old news, crisp packets, shoals of junk.

North of Thames they've maybe more to hide.
Aquaplane high over suburbia
To a motorway time dilation:
Hit south Brooke country in hyperdrive.

Then it's elsewhere. Some city-state
Iron temple to Ceres/Mithras
Girl in lace and Missa Solemnis
The wind drowning her face in her hair.