Ant Smith

All poems

Green spaces

I'm planting down my feet on
Bone shattering concrete
I'm dodging in between
The dog shit on the streets
I'm breathing in these city fumes
Of lead and acid rain
I wonder if the sun will
Ever shine again

I'm passing by the cross bone gate
Where lay the Winchester Geese
Space is at a premium
So the dead don't rest in peace
Where among the rugged cobbles
I spy a single leaf
For life is bursting through from
The very earth beneath

Steel and glass may seem so permanent
A scratching at the clouds
And people move like effluent
As they stream around
But in every micro meter
Evidence abounds
The scab of human nature
Will never bring me down