Urban Decay

Relic of a raucous night's revel
In an empty shop doorway
Stands a solitary cider bottle sentinel

Bundles of bedding. Beneath 
Huddles a barely visible body
Whom I have to skirt around

Shop windows blacked out and blinded
With nothing to offer but silence
No clink of cash registers here

Sprouting up in this desert
The cacti of fast food outlets and poundshops
Cheap takeaways and cheap goods at throwaway prices

Buskers booming out their ballads
Their desperate music fills the air
Echoing the city's despair

The reek of commercial cancer does abound
A city hub,soon to be the dead centre
With the tumbleweed of litter blowing all around

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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