“Disenchanted Birdsong” 2nd April 2008
There’s a site next door
An old mill and buildings
It’s been there for years
Vandalised, set fire to, lived in.
We got a letter through the other day
From the Contract Demolition guys
6 weeks and it would all be gone.
On Monday mornings and Friday Evenings
The Site Manager calls by
to switch their “tea hose”
On and off from our outside tap!
(The cats don’t like him and are defending the house inappropriately.)
And on an amazing day off
Before the Bank Holiday Weekend
I sit here, writing all this
With the background noise of
The monster jaws of the
Orange JCB reek havoc
with the fatigued metal girders
Twisting any life left
into a mangled pile.
The clank and grind emitting
squeaks, groans and shrill
repeated calls that echo around
the once busy working lives of many locals.
There’s not much left to go now.
A few inside walls laid bare before our eyes.
Empty window holes gazing blankly
across the concrete yard.
Large yellow crates house what remaining materials
that can be salvaged, re-used, re-cycled.
The JCB driver has gone home now
and the place seems disturbingly quiet.
All I can hear now is the push-pull mower
from a couple of gardens up;
My partners newspaper billowing in the breeze
Jarred by the 4 o’clock bell across the way,
It’s teatime now for our neighbourhood feathered friends
and they’re emitting a mixed chorus of enchanting evening birdsong.
Copyright Lizzie Ross.