Michael Newman

Thursday 8 March 2012

BUILDING SITE

My worst nightmares confirmed:

The valley yanked

Into bulldozer submission,

Trees torn out like

Redundant teeth,

Obsolete clouds hidden

By tower blocks,

Spiral of concrete enormity.

Next week,

I’ll walk in a new valley,

Where cowslips will be

Just cowslips,

Where elms will be

Just elms,

And the sun will merely

Shine...

And history will hurt

By its absence.

We need our living dead.