The Spoils Of Life Slip Back Into Decay Poem by Mark Heathcote

Nothing is concrete here today
darker than the black night
the railings around another derelict cemetery
darker than the black night
the church arches that once let in the light
now boarded up; roof open to the starlight.

Darker than the black night
my old place of work on Crabtree-Lane
that once was an engineering envy
of the world in the business of Forge-Masters
it's the brutal reality of poverty
now stretching beyond Eva Brother's crumbling walls
people impoverished a misfit society.

Every cotton mill abandoned, every factory site
silenced, every miner's choir disbanded
darker than the black night
our government's choking heavy control
they're endless bottomless-pit of greed
It's never filled; every promise
a new generation propaganda mine of fool's gold?