Mark Vanner

Street Lament (For H.S)

Everywhere is her,
The endless smoked-grey streets,
The spewing cars, the empty bus stops,
The broken-down cinema, the hissing trams,
The crowded square, the new trendy bars
That spill out into the fountains,
On rolling thuds of drum and bass,
Out into forever,
And I am crying now,

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