The Pavilion
Marine Parade
tree lined esplanade
sickly smells
salt and urine
concrete blocks
gasping, choking,
bats squeaking
enticing movies
all a lie
push-bike ride to hell
pale washed out
concrete and mortar
what lies do you tell
you who witness it all
never telling, cover up
who would believe you anyway
not us, that’s for sure
is best kept secret
ages past, tears of blood
who cares,
least of all us
hopa©2June’98