This butchery of space
wears its frontage
like a pantomime dame
wears its lipstick
with eye-lashes to match.
Its sunken eyes
fails to flutter the hearts
of passers-by,
fails to warm to the gaze.
Facades that portray
a space-invader face.
Words and image Tommy Carroll
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This does a good job in bringing attention to the paucity of imagination and the ugliness allowed to prevail in our built-up areas.
Topical, terse and spot-on!
Great punchy and self adjusting wrench of a poem Tommy. A favourite topic for me that I keep chucking stones at.
Ray
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Martin Elder
Mon 11th Feb 2019 23:15
Beautifully stated Tommy. I just love that opening line
'The butchery of space'
Magnificent mate