Ant Smith

This Life

Green Spaces

I'm planting down my feet on

Bone shattering concrete

I'm dodging in between

The dog shit on the streets

I'm breathing in these city fumes

Of lead and acid rain

I wonder if the sun will

Ever shine again

I'm passing by the cross bone gate

Where lay the Winchester Geese

Space is at a premium

So the dead don't rest in peace

Where among the rugged cobbles

I spy a single leaf

For life is bursting through from

The very earth beneath

Steel and glass may seem so permanent

A scratching at the clouds

And people move like effluent

As they stream around

But in every micro meter

Evidence abounds

The scab of human nature

Will never bring me down

This Life