Dark shadows fall on concrete
paved with bruises and disappointments.
Tenement windows light up
with 25 watt globes piercing the gloom
like the spirit of Christmas pierces the cynicism of twelve months.
Holland blinds, flat and dull are half drawn against the night
and children retire early hungry and disillusioned.
For tomorrow and the next day will be smudges of similarity
as the swings hang empty of bottoms or warmth
and the see-saws sigh for company in the rising wind
while they search among the rubble
for traces of familiarity and their old lives.
Please tell me what you think
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My, my Ms Kethry, you are in fine form tonight. Beautiful.
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