by Rowan Blair Colver
Who are you and what became of your name?
Oh mysterious figure from the graffiti of yesterday,
What was the answer that you so willfully gave?
When yourself recycled a quirk to contemplate,
How does it feel to be scrawled in aged lime?
A name and a question left to the passage of time,
As I am sure that you no doubt realise,
You are a hero of our people, a sight for sore eyes.
This is about a piece of graffiti on a bridge nearly a hundred meters in the sky on a famous Sheffield housing estate called Park Hill.
It is written about in the book, "A Poet, On Park Hill?"
Rowan Blair Colver