Time for an Anthology?

By Unnamed Sauce (Bedduth Blue)20/3/2024 20:17Wed Mar 20 20:17:26 2024In response to Re: Liberty Way Drone Video

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George Eliot cast all in bronze, her writer’s eyes look down
At Blue Cross Day in Debenhams, girls fighting in the Town.
The ghosts of Tom and Casubon kick empty cones of chips
Winds haunt the empty shopping malls: the Multi-Storey drips.
Slack Alice in the Pen and Wig heels fags out on the floor .
The dust in here lies all forlorn since Lal last Shut That Door
And over all, Mount Judd presides, a monument to stone,
Whilst Tullivers and Maggies queue to catch the last bus home .
The River Anker swirls about the trollies’ tangled shells
Around the burger bars, a wreath of burning onion smells
And who else sees or chronicles, as the 20th century ends
The O2 shops and Pizza Huts as evening hush descends?
Hark, Mary Ann of Arbury! The Cock and Bear End sings!
Around the tannoy speakers, see the baffled pigeon wings
The floodlights light up Dorlcote Mill,
Let’s tiptoe through the dark
And go to cheer the Boro'-Blue and Whites at Manor Park!