Scratch her plate-glass smile and you’ll find her essence
In dank, dangerous lanes where lovers roam at midnight
Rubbing shoulders with life’s deadbeats and sociopaths.
All the grand houses are gone, razed by squaddies of planners
Taking orders from politicians with bulging back-pockets.
The same later granted Freedom of The City and who,
not soon enough, were laid to rest in their monolithic
mausoleums covered in their own heroic graffiti.