Lord Line

You wave at us “hello!” from the roof of Lord Line,
the blue sky and clouds strike around you.
Below, we are walking among buddleia,
nettles, glass under our feet.

The buildings are crumbling in beauty,
nature reclaiming, bringing us to itself.
Though we know nothing about you it bonds us,
an invisible line stretching between.

The breaking buildings, the soft clouds in the wide blue sky,
the graffiti, the buddleia and brambles,
the smashed glass underfoot, the Humber constant,
and us here, we are unified
in this place, at Lord Line.