(from the upcoming poetry collection Sunsetting: Poems for Failed Civilisations)
It was here, by this empty office tower
where voices once bounced against the concrete
as people talked about their work
about their promotions and portfolios
while the world around them was silently dying
Their voices were too loud for anyone to hear
the sifting of the earth beneath
too proud to be concerned
about bricks and mortar.
even the wind can finally be heard
a dancing piece of paper can finally give
the career-defining audition of its lifetime
to be judged by a panel of bored seagulls
who just happened to be in the area.
The canary was missing from the coalmine
Because it had been drowned in the wharf
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3 thoughts on “Canary Wharf”
Love this. Compares to the suffocation of human existence by those that should not be running the course of nature.
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