By Mike Bell
Well then, Maister Keks. So, you have plans for The Meadow. Again.
The scaffolding’s up. Tall cranes hoist struts and spars skyward.
The Architect’s plans beguile me: creamy interlaced disks
(landing pads for hoverflies).
Welcome added element of vertical.
Too soon and too late, I sense the acrid undertone to sweetness.
Casting lace, your invasion plans are uncovered: fruition.
Opposition is in vain now.
Wreckage, brutalist stark. Function fulfilled.
And you, Keks, are gnarled underground.Waiting.
Next year’s campaign will show how much further you have encroached on green-field.
But at least dock-lands are being re-developed.
McB August 2018