CASTING LOTS

Beauty yet resides in redbrick

Surrounded by railings

Charm in coloured tiles

A touch of stained glass

Roofs that sag still uplift

Spirits made melancholy

By the grimness of concrete

Rusting window frames

Though difficult to open

Allow freshness to enter

Not so in the stale chambers

Of breeze block and plastic

Choked by failed ventilation

Those municipal temples

Where business is conducted

Hands touching across

Dismal drawing boards

Sketching dreary visions

Dreaming of demolitions

Casting lots for salvage.

(c)David Subacchi.2012