Kop Flop

Caught in a stream
of sweat & scouse men
Past the hot dog stand
the programme stall
& the anyspareticket man
Ever nearer ever nearer
to their Jerusalem

Caught in a rush
we blindly follow
Careful to avoid
horse manure and mush
Our bodies squashed
our toes numb
We're given a friendly push
through the turnstiles

And we pour out
onto those sacred steps
Like tiny crustaceans
on the seabed
All at once
our dreams and fears are lost
Engulfed by the swell
of the great red jellyfish
With scarfs aloft
in the murmur and the din
faces fixed, expressionless
our bodies flop