flowers grow
in the ground
at the foot
of the wall,
long green grasses
switchback rusted
beneath a
deep blue sky,
wall built by
the romans
goddamit
all those years ago
before
saxons plague fires
and henry viii
were on the scene
an’ did their bit
as the earth spun
upon the sun spit
winkin’ prettily
eerily vergin’
on the side
of eternity
wall
old brick
from kent or somewhere
built to protect
now lyin’ dormant
out of date boundary
made by people
faded to spirit
centuries back
eyes hollow,
though skull an’ bone
might be found
‘neath the street
flesh an’ blood
long since has sunk
into the awful
london mud
wall
standin’ there
stare it back
before
the noise attack
of modern city
full of taxis
vans
bikers
predators
oinkin’ cops
computer scams
and people
dizzily busy
wall of
hauntin’ beauty
buttercups an’
daisies
so very much
like spring
the hype of summer
to come
when dreams
stretch for miles
across the fields
before fadin’ to
orange sunset
communications
from an uninterrupted
interstellar hum
comin’ on strong
from outta the distance
the immense distance
beyond the sky…
- from London Works
