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
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