The sad hollowed out towns had spoken -
In the shabby parades, in Poundlands, outside boarded up shops, the dispossessed had found their voice -
What would they say, I wondered, when nothing changed?
The cruel wind would blow through their forgotten streets -
What, then, would they cry out?
What words would they find?
18.00
Friday 24 June 2016
East Stoke
Dorset
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