ANGST
Put on a brave face
across the insolent
finger of sooted brick
denuded to stand apart
in fabricated erosion
windows blinded by
time
doors obscured,
erased
dizzy roofed quarters
unshuttered
pierced to the
elements
cleaving for the sun of
other days
mickeys visit for the
roosting
bustling hostel in
lime spattered decline
spared from aerial
munitions
strafed now by
swooping wings
adamant and resolute
seas of cars ebb
closer
this cloistered
bastion of age
the thorn in the side
a fly in the
developmental ointment
occupying space
£4.50 all day