Teach.

This small city, with its mediaevals and its mandibles
dug down deep like memories refusing to be made, rocks!

I am intimate with it today passing by places, familiar
of past lives and emptier now but still some small comfort

Makes to move on, eyeing the further shores beyond bus routes
as far as a train can go or car and boat - planes never figure

I don't want to teleport. I want to indulge and deliberate every stone
every bone, jaw and toothy knoll of the old walls and pavements.

It sucks me in to its old market where there is a chinese lady open
and I buy cold rice and battered chicken. Hot, affection dissolving sauces...

I cannot stand the library today and cannot linger at the old holds
and places where I used to languish, stroking the time away

Its hard now, the stone and the glass, the concrete surfaced hands
of opprobrium make walls of safety. You're in, I'm out.

Go and find a new life. In here is only death and madness.
What was once always enough, even heroic on a good day

Is now a waiting tomb. there's nothing to explore and no need to wait.
You are not needed here. you are bigger than this now. Teach.