Croydon Part Seven

In the memorizing firelight flicker comes rebirth as the valley of Crocus flowers becomes a corporate castle of skyscrapers the taller the better The middle of Croydon once of offices has seen it possibilities light up like a condensed can of milk The ill afforded indigenous are shied away from rent replaced by a smart set of commuters with a whiff of disdain for the ailing amenities of Croydon The guilt of the urban class