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death on the high street ..
death is just around the corner
as were the butcher and the fishmonger
but they've already gone ..
Published 15th Nov 2018
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15th Nov 2018 3:34am
So near and...
yet so very far away
I've heard say our death sits
just behind us to the left
and keeps us company
throughout our lives
'till he becomes like an old friend... Ely
yet so very far away
I've heard say our death sits
just behind us to the left
and keeps us company
throughout our lives
'till he becomes like an old friend... Ely
15th Nov 2018 4:55pm
I sometimes wander through my mind and wonder if the places and people I knew growing up are still there; I very much doubt it.
15th Nov 2018 5:18pm
As Robert Frost said about life ... "it goes on ...." even when we're gone, surprisingly.
Small shops giving up, or going out of business - never a healthy sign.
Small shops giving up, or going out of business - never a healthy sign.
15th Nov 2018 10:54pm
18th Nov 2018 10:57am
I read this as being written when there is an ongoing plague of murders, usually by stabbing, in London; I read this as being written when the infra-structure of high street is disappearing, due to on-line and or out of town shopping, with some sort of connection. As to what the connection is ... decay? I don't know but the poem leads to reflection ...
