sadness at the felling
japan at this time of year
the cherry blossom festival
that expanse of silence falling in beauty
but oh mumbles
in underhill park they have chopped them down
for a football changing room
‘they’ know who ‘they’ are
bereft of the soul bank where they
pile the souls for the soulless
for those without benefit of insight
for they would not consider an inch
to the left or right of time as they
bring in the contractor’s indifference
to the footfall of the years’ people
he’s swearing ref he’s swearing again
blow the whistle on this pitch of thought
i told them but the digital referee blew me
away with your silly billy thoughts for
away the lads are on the park
again the plastic bottles line the touch line
they’ll replant the blossoms the councillor said
but you cannot replant my time for
by the time their petals fall again
i’ll be far offside of the great game
it’s a shame i tell you
but you have no shame
you are all the bloody same
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