Asbestos Skies

Rusty old pipe on the ancient stone wall
Run through the decaying car park
Uncomfortable companions in this modern paradise
not even aware of what has been lost

Water cascades into the abandoned canal
echoes onto the asbestos sky
All these dark signs built on top of Blake’s refrain
no image remains only shadows

As our lives set on asbestos skies

As our lives set on asbestos skies

Clutching a little cheap book about Marx
smoking a roll up cigarette
Let’s meet we said at the Rene after work
and spin yarns about disillusionment

I stared at Love and the boys with respect
but tinged with surreal bewilderment
So I chased down the street my hopes and my cares
sun soaked on the city of smoke and despair

As I look out at the city that’s my brother and my friend
are you blind to all noise and pollution
In my concrete tower I am perfectly alone
but long for nature’s reunion

As our lives set on asbestos skies

By John de Gruyther
©John de Gruyther

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