Slowly Go
Since I wrote this poem the land has been landscaped. The sign gone.
CONCERT ROOM AVAILABLE FOR HIRE
(Dunston Mechanics Club, 2016)
Slowly Go
The club’s been closed for a year or more,
roof’s going with the lead,
the entrance has a giant lock and boards of wood
criss-cross as if forbidding profanities:
“Bad language will not be tolerated in this club.”
The past can’t escape
another working men’s’ club dead,
victims never appear in police reports,
shoved under the mat, not wanted here,
instalments from yesterday
no reviews in e-zines or glossies,
they just slowly go.
Tom Kelly
MQB to publish in number 10
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