Here -
Where...flagless memory walks sullen and dead down late night dual carriageway tunnel..
Where...simple slogans are stamped hard on tourist lamp post..
Where...lost faces merge with elderly condemned brick..
Where...sandal foot early death lays down grass avenue foundation..
Where...shallow drunk opinion dominates afternoon decision making..
Where...teenage defence is tightly held to deaf ear..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
Documentary Fiction Photography
Steve Coel
National Flash Fiction Day [ NFFD ] - 18 June, 2022
