When you were ugly

a prayer for Essex

When you were ugly, and broken,
never quite human,
you closed your eyes and wished
that as you opened them
the world would turn
to something more compatible,
where what was ugly and broken
suddenly made sense.

Here in witch country,
in bedsit-and-benefits land,
where buildings old and ill-maintained
carry black-and-white snapshots
of when those same structures were new,
as if to emphasise decay...

Here among the fields and pubs
and churches and arcades
beauty is
the promenade at night,
in all its nighttime loneliness.
The place where my brother was mugged
while cycling home,
the pier that my mother once slept underneath
(now fenced to deny even that).

I watch you there,
the never-quite human,
walking between the benches
and the sea,
a nighttime consciousness.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Essex Boy)
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