This side of town that town forgot.
None of that po-mo
single accommodation flats and shops,
just car dealerships.
A bulldozing ring-road churns aside
abandoned industrial estates
and burnt out brick warehouses
stuffed full of pigeon feathers and shit.
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Showing posts with label Kirkgate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kirkgate. Show all posts
Thursday, 2 October 2014
KIRKGATE
Labels:
decay,
deprivation,
Kirkgate,
poem,
poems,
politics,
poverty,
urban decay,
Wakefield,
Westgate
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