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Friday, January 21, 2011

On East Street, Bedminster
East Street Police Station, Bedminster, Bristol, was closed
down in 1972 after being in use since 1821.

Cold stone slabs, engraved with years of grime,
supporting crumbling, stuccoed walls, touched
by the dirt of years and echoes of man.
Green paint is peeling now from timbered wall,
to hang, suspended, in some vulgar limbo,
giving my memories a final smear.

How many men have worked in uniformed rank
behind the elbow-polished wooden desk,
casting suspicious eyes on painted strumpet;
mixing pity with unenvied self-disgust, to
keep the drunk here, bedded one more night.
How many eyes have watched the hours go by,
relentlessly scratched on lime-washed walls.

Laughter too has held its place here,
Along with the faces of visiting friends.
Now nought but empty rooms, and the grey shroud
Of dust that’s settled on the damp and musty rooms;
Only the sounds of sleek grey rats
As they chew at life’s long-dead umbilical cord.
© 1973 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh


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