Closure Poem by David Wood
Closure
The gates now firmly closed and bolted shut
With a rusty padlock and chain. The windows waiting
To be boarded up shutting the world out forever.
Faceless voices cry from wheelchairs and walking sticks,
Placards waived in the frigid air. A solitary seagull sits on
The roof mockingly. Inside gears and spokes from wheels
Will gradually begin to rust with the unfinished widgets
Lying in a deathless sleep where no man will visit them.
The cold wet spring day slowly grinds towards lunch time
Though the hunger for work never diminishes from the
Crowd gathered to oppose the closure.
The council employee with his police escort who locked
The gates for the last time slowly walks away head bend low.
So sad but true reflection of the times we are living in with closures everywhere. There's a Remploy here in Coventry and has been for many years. Factories, Shops, Pubs, all closing down!
Sad day when we hurt those who have the least voice and the most need. I see we still spend millions on our nuclear deterrent. Good write BB: O)
this is a very sad event, but it happens world wide. So is it n my country. good write
Too poignant poem with the intensity of emotion & sympathy, , too bad, it happens everywhere...good composition
A very sad event but still it happens breaking the hurts and dreams of so many. Emotive write with a lovely description.
A great poem David, you really get down with the dirty, I like your thoughts
movement on poem is fantastic and you lifted too man and machine nice one
A very moving picture of factories and places of work being closed down and thousands of employees mercilessly thrown to the streets! Like the machinery getting rusted, people also become atrophied! A powerful write! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 6:02:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Though the hunger for work never diminishes Closing a factory is a great blow for the worker. Please read my poem 'Business Closed' which also brings out a similar theme. Thank you.