Jonathan Finch
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Now pub doors shut on lonely men.
Their artificial flowers, closed in darkness,
flame no longer as the callers and the singers
fade through streets tomorrow will not see
because a faded destiny repels the sunlight
and the crowded houses lean like towers across the clouds.
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Their half-cooked meals, unflavoured coffee and stale bread
litter historic tables where a half-touched man
lingers like shadows of old Sunday papers
gathered from the bins no dustman empties
for the ghosts and ghettos are the streets tomorrow will not see.
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great
Thank you for these comments. I was thinking of the pop song “Streets of London” when I wrote this poem many years ago. When I came to put it on Virily, it seemed the ghetto image from the Second World War and memories were there in the photo. It’s an unfortunate reality that technology, advance, genius, also help when wars rage. Splitting the atom is one example, I think.
I do not want to see these dark paintings anywhere in the streets of the world. With technology advancing, we are humiliating not only nature. We reduce the human sense of justice in ourselves.
Very impressive!!!
Very good!