I was there,
I felt the fear,
I understood the care,
Yes, such a place,
Terrible look on your face,
Never mind that,
Did you ever stop to chat?
Ask about life and love,
Plans and the orders from above,
Down the white building,
Concrete ceiling,
Ghosts walk those passages now,
Still alive somehow,
Despite the barriers,
The huge steel griddles,
Pushing the light around,
Like the thugs gathering on the stairs,
At the other end,
The bit they did up,
Well, I was there again,
Took stock of the days,
Renaturalised after a moment to gaze,
It was mine again,
For a little while,
Down in the dumps,
Abandoned homes,
Tent villages on local greens,
That I've seen,
A hundred grand they're asking,
Married to the archetype,
Distancing from the stereotype,
With continual intervention,
From people unlike me.
One wonders,
Last resort housing,
To sought after fashion,
The power of a bridge?