All along the Mercy Road
in six month empty
paper towns,
elderly people in torn slippers
walk painfully
down rusty nail footpaths.
Their cotton bags : half full
hold forgotten out of date tins
of meat and dried fruit,
as they chat to each other
about childhood, romance
and warm hands.
Life is ending here
these places once called home
and memories will soon be forgotten
as nature wipes away
all marks of living.
Mercy Road
Steve Coel
Mercy Road
Steve Coel
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
