Wolverton Works

~

the long shed, 

so long desolate 

stands embarrassed, the roof 

eating itself from within 

to curate a swifter demise,

late March morning sun 

gilds the proud brickwork 

aglow to a rose russet

bright self-deprecating hue 

dusted by girder rust from 

broken contorted beams,

now obsolete a death row 

sentence is being served 

in public view

the majestic hulk pilloried

in agonizing torpidity 

the dubious kindness 

of the wrecking ball awaits

*

© Graham R Sherwood 03/24