State Of The Nation
My eye is caught by the glittering shards from a vandalised bus stop; and victimised walls where graffiti disciples have left their calling cards –
“Tag! You’re it!”
Last night’s take-aways adorn pavements; castaway chips lay marooned upon the shore; trashed up litter bins lay supine, resting upon the unholy mess of ground with their contents spewn around them.
By the lake there is a sign “No Fishing!” There is also a sign that the ‘young people’ have been there, too!
A shopping-trolley seeks absolution (it has found a solution) for leaving the realm of its use – and kneels, upended in the shallows; and, around the lake three haloes drift; life-preservers cast into the waters; not to save a drowning soul but to slate the thirst for warped humour that the ‘young people’ are cursed with.
Note to Visitors
If you do have cause to fall into the ornamental lake, please could you take care to fall near to a life-preserver and save yourself it would be much appreciated – thank you