Here-
Where...plastic fairground jewelery lies chewed up..
Where...kerbstone wheels dawdle in tune with open door security..
Where...words spoken in jest between strangers are echoes of threat to local trade..
Where...shuttered motor industry is impatient and bolted into the fabric of labour..
Where...failure becomes a habit..
is the place language comes to die.
* Previously published: Chewed Up - Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
