Crane On Dalston Lane Poem by C Richard Miles

There’s a brainless crane in Dalston
With a huge, thoughtless head on long, outstretching neck
Which stares down at bored bypassers
Who wander past aimlessly, on their tired, onward trek.

There’s a heedless crane in Dalston.
Which stands aloof, perched on its straggly, spindly legs
But its presence is almost unnoticed
As it tenders no eager customers, fresh new-laid eggs.

There’s an eyeless crane in Dalston
Though its view is far-reaching as it surveys over all
And peers at, unseeingly, the city
Which sits in the shade underneath that fuselage so tall.

There’s a wingless crane in Dalston
Which has no intention of motion, take-off, or get away
But will stand there, with the notion
To build, not a nest, but the new, overground railway.