the green drinking fountain in cwmdonkin park
the chained cups
long since unchained
the long-quaffed sups
were never enough
either side of the written sea
green and alone now
in the standing of decision
near the pavilion of hope
less cared for in another green
is bowls-less tennis-less
broken-seated land-locked
the performer has long-played his last
and left his lost words for the souls
who drunk on upland’s taverns hold
a seance with the dead
below the hill above the cricket sea
gable-ended bordered here around
the social strata long confused
long mixed the words do not tell
but of the past’s precipice
we did not know that edge
this park has parked
has lost the will to wait
rose beds or playground
wooded paths or bowling green
he’s nowhere to be seen
can we not see
he’s nowhere to be seen
move along now
it’s time to mow
fynnone don’t make me laugh
eden avenue don’t make me laugh
i have parked my battered case
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