Harold Sykes


Ryland's Library Is Closed All Winter
For Rewiring


In Piccadilly black statues gleam
In the grey wet air.
Peel holds out a dripping scroll.
He wears a toga
Over a thick woolen
Three piece suit.
His waistcoat strains with conviction.
Victoria on her throne
With sagging cheeks
Is wrapped in voluminous lead.
James Watt sits
With notebook on lap.
Under his pen
A pile of pigeon droppings form
A grey pyramid
Wormeaten with raindrips.
Behind him in the gardens
Coloured lights blink and spell
"Psycho! Psycho!"
It's a children's ride.


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