Poetry

“Watchtower”

By 6th June 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

Grey concrete scratches the sky,
graffiti’s stain
a modern bible,
proclaims a new religion.
Shattered window s,
empty sockets
sightless,
gaze out across the wire.
Cold War ghosts,
in the glare of progress,
fade,
retreating before the snow drops of
millennium’s spring.

Mark Dron

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