Distance lends / Enchantment to the view*

Roll up

Join the tour

 

Look around

There’s a Shard n’ the London Eye

 

Weeping and saw it all

The laundry never shuts down

 

Sprouting chrome and glass

Soaring drone over the underpass

 

Too Many Mr Bigs from here & there

Too big individually to take on

 

Watching Games of Thrones

Sword fights in the street

 

Young boy died of stab wounds

“Mistaken identity” (again)

 

Hall of grotesques in the city bar

Pre-sold empty blocks of flats go up all around

 

Smell the gas

Something stinks like skunk

 

Trying to save face

With acid thrown in our eyes

 

* To be read aloud

◄ Poetry at Aldeburgh

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