the face of democracy
is
a social club on the edge of town
8 AM volunteers wonder where the kettle is
strippers and ping pong balls
booked in for
friday night
the face of democracy
is
stubbs of pencil alone on graffiti tables
pylon marshes and a glimmer of Thames
indifferent
and
filthy
the face of democracy
is
ancient gears of a Morris van
creaking over birds cool chatter
and
the chug of glittering chariots
round Pump House corner
on the
school run
the face of democracy
is
old people wobbling on brown sticks
in nicotine glasses and shades of M and S beige
out on
a day like bread
when
everyone
takes
part
allisons photography from yell.com
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