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#363 Kath Home Is A Concept

Cockles green with lava bread.

Kath

The city in my mind

built over

roads rerouted

The spray painted

THATCHER’S LEGACY

on Metal box’s empty buildings torn down

The coal bearing hills

Loom over tower block brows

eyes of glass glint in the southern sunlight

the cheeks of Twin stadiums, Ninian park the Principality

hold tears and smiles in their turn

arms reach over slate grey sea

unloading

loading

flee numerous ships,

taking,

bringing the city’s life blood

the heartbeat of their coming and going

Music merges

blends and weaves

with traffic hum

seagull calls

wet rope

salt

oil

Chinese food from Cathays

Red beans and rice in Splott and Tiger Bay

Cockles green with lava bread

warm tarmac

all gentrified

no community

slums demolished to make room

for the cardboard sheltered

the disenfranchised

whose home is a concept