A Sign Of The Times* Poem by Ian Bowen

A Sign Of The Times*

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The richest man in my town,
supplies and fits
the boards
that protects the glass
of now closed, shop windows.
You can hear the hammering
as far away as the queue
that winds its way down
to the unemployment office...

in the once thriving Stewart Street.

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