Mortimer at the Gates
Although Mortimer wished to leave the world behind
He had only the vaguest notion of his ultimate destination
He no longer thought that Socialism had much to offer Humankind
(I used to be very Left-wing, he would boast, whilst
He thought it had been a big mistake to get rid of the
He himself often bitterly regretted having given up Latin.
He taught in a big comprehensive school in south-east London.
Near the river. He could see the grey line of the river.
Sometimes he ventured out along the old sea-wall at night
Onto the North Kent marshes, looking towards Tilbury Power
With its two huge chimneys, each topped with a red warning
They stood like a gateway to the ocean.
Sometimes at Low Tide hed gather bits of driftwood
To light a fire in the cold wind
unwilling to go home.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Peter Hamilton
would be pleased to hear them.