City Centre Resurrection
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- Written March 2023
Stank, dank underground, dark as death row,
Now hunkered down in damp decay,
Where you may find Alice and an old man without a hat,
Trying to smarten up with an old-fashioned tie,
Dreaming of the fox on the run as the horses whinny;
The hounds, released from their kennels, baying for blood
In the thrill of the hunt like the Good Friday mob.
While a steeple faces its own decline, scaffolded in hope;
Until a younger man emerges from his third day entombed,
And we know he needs to fix much more than the garden
As the rain drizzles down the slope of the car park, wetting,
Rather than washing our feet, when what everything needs
Is another makeover, freshly baptised by him.
For Easter, April 2023
From an unpleasant underground car park, through a run-down city centre to the cathedral where we pause and think of Easter.