Croydon 2 Poem by Antony Glaser

all our civic yesterdays cant smile
the town has gone away for dinner
roller coaster away
bankrupted the labour way
stabbings and tesco thefts
beggars and tents is the croydon way
shops evacuate from the central hob
the loss is audible
the fever has claimed many a shop
an emptied town centre
them gusts of wind
in the toothless gaps
0f bewilderment

I have touched your history
the after shocks pervade
toothless wonder
so the golden days have ended
and i awake in a dream called age
everything is hum drawn

All our yesterdays bankrupted
speak your mind
see her in her quagmire
Winter proceeds in the effiable silence
the sky turned grey
the concrete blades of sorrow perminate