Have we become aimlessly weakened?
Green stemmed saplings unable to withstand
The cold snaps of the hardest ice age
And the frost cold blades of austerity
Or are we distracted by the glow
Of the constantly in hand mobile screens?
By celebrities preening endlessly for the prize
Of a mind numbing dumbing mediocrity?
And that constant quiet seeping away
Of the young who will never return
We raise swallows that never fly back
It is the blight that has afflicted this place.
Do these memories have any relevance?
Have they anything to teach the present?
Should they be left to fall like Autumn leaves?
Best forgotten, best left to wither away.
Pasts giants choose to stand in silence
Quietly without sound observing
A present that has nothing to say
That is filled with its own emptiness
But what is the present without a future?
And what is the future without a past?
(Final verses of the long poem This Place)