Demolition
¶ 1
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They knocked down
my nana’s raa
when they built
the slip-road past the ground.
¶ 2
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Old yellowing sports pages
pasted on blue walls,
club crest, grainy goal celebrations
programme covers & tickets.
¶ 3
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The dog track around the pitch crumbling,
memories of ‘50s advertisements
on gable ends, men in suits
smelling of aftershave & brylcreem
on a night out at the pictures.
¶ 4
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Mug of coffee in Mario’s café,
watching housewives in jeans & leather jackets
weighed down with plastic shopping bags
walking past a hero cast in bronze
belting an invisible ball perpetually
up a red pedestrianised street.
¶ 5
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A pounding drum rattling
round the high, dark rafters
like a defiant heartbeat
while councillors in cheap pinstripes
want to flatten the lot
& build supermarkets.
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