Simon P Walker

We should never have been so careless, letting the tongue slide,

A mere economy, shift in technology,

Meaning eviscerate, rendering speech in pebbledash.

Grim congested carriageways, nose to tail,

Nose to fume, fume to amnesia

Asphyxiate memory. Trapped in the suburban crawl

Hope dies daily on the A40. Taste and tongue

Are ravaged past Hillingdon. There is no room they say

For another route. There is no root we say

Though we have no words to say it.

Simon Walker
April 2004